Please Note :- I am rewriting my recent story due to its getting flagged/reported, This is fresh new take.
Arya baithi thi Mumbai ke Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport ke entrance pe, ek bench par, phone pe apne fiancé ka call uthne ka intezaar karte hue. Uske stilettos zameen par thap-thap kar rahe the, dil ki dhadkan ke saath taal milate hue. Arya, ek Indian-American ladki, thi jo international relations padhne ke liye India aayi thi, apne roots se connect karne. Lekin ab, Covid ne sab kuch ulat-pulat kar diya. Usne toh flight bhi book kar li thi wapas Amreeka ke liye jab lockdown ka hint mila, par badkismati se, jab woh plane mein chadhne wali thi, Indian government ne sab flights band kar di—na aane ki, na jaane ki.
Arya ab akeli thi, ek ajnabi desh mein, bilkul stranded. Woh aur uski roommate dono ne apna apartment chhod diya tha, apna lease bhi khatam kar diya tha, soch ke ki dono wapas Amreeka nikal jayenge. Par uski roommate ko last minute ek flight mil gayi thi, ek din pehle book ki hui ticket par. Ideally, dono ne ek saath tickets lene chahiye the, par flights full thi, toh alag-alag book karna pada. Arya ne socha tha sab thik ho jayega, lekin yeh kya, uska plan toh bilkul flop ho gaya!
Ab, flight miss aur apartment chhoda hua, Arya bilkul clueless thi. Usne apne phone ke AirPods se chillaya jab uska fiancé finally call uthaya, "Hello? Sumit? Tu wahan hai kya?" Woh seedha baith gayi, uski awaaz mein ek urgency thi.
"Arya? Tu thik hai na? Yeh kya ho raha hai wahan? Abhi tere texts dekhe," Sumit ne jawab diya, uski awaaz mein tension saaf dikhai di.
"Main phas gayi hoon, Sumit!" Arya ne kaha, uski awaaz thodi toot rahi thi. "Lockdown ho gaya hai poore desh mein, aur main yahan atki hui hoon. Augh! Mujhe pehle flight book karni chahiye thi, dammit!"
"Arre, thanda rakh, Arya," Sumit ne usse shant karne ki koshish ki. "Hum saath mein kuch na kuch figure out kar lenge."
"Thanda rakh? Figure out? Sumit, mujhe yahan ki bhasha bhi poori tarah nahi aati, koi jaan-pehchaan nahi hai, aur rehne ke liye jagah bhi nahi hai! Thanda rakhna thodi mushkil hai jab mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha kya karoon!" Arya ne apni frustration nikali, uski awaaz mein ek bechaini thi.
Uski chilla-chilli ne airport ke bahar khade kuch ladkon ka dhyan kheench liya. Ek group tha, young desi munde, jo wahan aise hi ghoom rahe the, shayad timepass ke liye. Arya ne apni aankh ke kone se unhe dekha, lekin apne aap ko shant di e ki koshish ki, apni awaaz thodi dheemi kar li. Par un ladkon ki nazron ka interest uski anxiety ko aur badha raha tha. Ek toh yeh existential crisis, upar se yeh horny desi chhokre jo usse ghoor rahe the, jaise koi Bollywood heroine ho! Arya ke liye yeh double trouble tha—ek taraf lockdown ka jhanjhat, doosri taraf yeh roadside romeos jo uski taraf aankh maar rahe the, bol rahe the, "Arre, memsaab, ek smile toh do!"
Arya ne unhe ignore kiya, apne eco-conscious jute tote bag ko tightly pakad liya, aur phone pe focus kiya. Uski dusky skin monsoon ke humidity mein chamak rahi thi, aur uski crop top aur high-waisted palazzo pants uski curvy figure ko aur highlight kar rahe the. Woh janti thi ke woh stand out karti hai—ek Indian-American ladki, apni broken Hindi ke saath, Mumbai ke is chaotic vibe mein bilkul alag. Usne apne wavy black hair ko ek bun mein bandha hua tha, lekin kuch strands uske chehre pe aake uski expressive almond eyes ko frame kar rahe the. Yeh sab uske liye naya tha, lekin uski American confidence usse bold rakhti thi, chahe andar se woh kitni hi vulnerable kyun na feel kar rahi ho.
"Sumit, please, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha," Arya ne almost plead kiya. "Yeh log mujhe ghoor rahe hain, aur main yahan akeli hoon. I need to find a place, jaldi!"
Sumit ne usse dilasa diya, "Chill, Arya. Main bhi yahan se search kar raha hoon. We'll find something. Tu safe hai na?"
"Safe toh hoon, par yeh jagah... uff, it’s too much!" Arya ne kaha, uski awaaz mein thodi si ghabrahat. Woh chahti thi ke yeh sab ek bura sapna ho, lekin yeh thi uski reality—ek lockdown mein phasi hui ladki, Mumbai ke airport ke bahar, jahan har nazar uspe thi, aur uska future uncertain tha.
"Alone? Teri roommate, Priya, kya hua uska?" Sumit ne phone pe poocha, uski awaaz mein chinta ghul gayi. Arya ne halka sa muh banaya, thodi si jealousy ke saath.
"Woh toh lucky nikli, yaar," Arya ne kaha, apna maatha ragadte hue, ek nazar un ladkon pe daalti hui jo ab bhi use ghoor rahe the, pointing karke has rahe the. "Usne lockdown se pehle hi flight pakad li, aur main yahan phas gayi. Uff, yeh kya mess ho gaya hai, Sumit!"
"Arre, thik hai, relax kar," Sumit ne jawab diya, uski awaaz mein ek supportive vibe thi. "Ek kaam karte hain, pehle options dekhte hain. Main bhi yahan se thodi research karta hoon, kuch na kuch solution nikal ayega."
Arya ne ek lambi saans li, thodi si relief ke saath. Sumit ka yeh supportive andaaz usse hamesha pasand tha. Dono ki mulakat New Jersey mein ek Diwali event pe hui thi, jab Arya ke parents ne use zabardasti ek community potluck mein le gaye the. Sumit, ek typical Indian-American techie, craft coffee aur startup culture ka deewana, uski nerdy vibe aur sweet smile ne Arya ka dil jeet liya. Woh 6 feet ka tha, slim build, thodi si messy brown hair aur ek chilled-out vibe jo Arya ko instantly pasand aa gaya.
Arya khud 5’8” ki thi, ek aisi ladki jo elegance aur sensuality ka perfect combo thi. Uske lambe, wavy black baal, expressive almond-shaped eyes, aur dusky complexion uski Indian roots ko dikhate the. Uske full lips aur curvy figure—D-cup breasts, toned body, aur lambi taangein—uski beauty ko aur enhance karte the. Woh apni vegan lifestyle ke saath thodi eco-conscious bhi thi, hamesha jute tote bag ya minimalist jewelry ke saath dikhayi deti thi. Aaj usne ek fitted crop top aur high-waisted palazzo pants pehne the, jo Mumbai ke humid monsoon vibe mein uski curves ko aur highlight kar rahe the. Arya janti thi ke woh attractive thi, aur yeh baat uske confidence mein dikhti thi, chahe woh Mumbai ke is chaotic airport mein kitni hi lost kyun na feel kar rahi ho.
Sumit ne use pehli baar dekha tha usi Diwali event pe, aur socha tha ke yeh toh uske league se bahar hai. Par Arya ko uski kindness aur thodi si awkward nerdiness cute lagi thi. Jaldi hi dono dating karne lage, aur jab Arya ne India mein study abroad ka plan banaya, Sumit ne thodi si hesitation ke baad bhi uska full support kiya. Long-distance relationship tough tha—video calls, late-night texts, aur ek doosre ke liye thodi si tadap—par dono ne ise kaamyaab banaya. Sumit ke liye Arya ka India se wapas aana ek bada moment tha; teen mahine baad woh use finally gale lagane wala tha. Par ab yeh lockdown ka news? Yeh toh jaise dil mein teer chubh gaya! Dono ke liye yeh frustration thi—unko wapas milne ka intezaar ab aur lambi kheench gaya tha.
"Sumit, tu nahi samjhega," Arya ne almost whisper kiya, apni awaaz ko thodi dheemi rakhte hue, kyunki woh ladke ab bhi usse ghoor rahe the. "Yeh jagah... it’s too much, yaar. Main yahan akeli, bilkul lost. Aur yeh log bhi, uff, bas karo!" Usne ek baar phir un ladkon ki taraf dekha, jo ab openly has rahe the, ek ne toh cheekh kar kaha, "Memsaab, ek selfie toh banta hai!"
Arya ne apne AirPods adjust kiye, apne jute tote bag ko aur tightly pakda, aur Sumit se kaha, "Please, jaldi kuch dhoondh. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai, aur ek safe jagah chahiye." Uske dil mein ek weird sa thrill bhi tha—yeh chaos, yeh unfamiliar vibes, aur thodi si darr ke saath excitement. Mumbai ka yeh jadoo uspe chadh raha tha, chahe woh maane ya na maane.
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Lagbhag bees minute ki baat-cheet ke baad, Sumit ne Arya ko thodi shanti di. Dono ne milke uske saare options pe dhyan diya. Desh chhodna—chahe flight se, ship se, ya kisi bhi transport se—poora band tha. Lockdown ne sab kuch thapp kar diya tha. To ab next bada sawal tha: Arya kahan rahegi? Woh jo apartment usne Priya ke saath share kiya tha, woh ek traveling student ke limited budget mein ab bohot mehnga tha. Ek single bedroom apartment? Woh toh aur bhi costly tha. Hotel mein rukna? Yeh toh bilkul impractical tha—ek toh paisa khatam ho jata, doosra, Covid ke wajah se hotels bhi shayad jaldi band ho jate. Aur yeh bhi pakka tha ke housing ke rules aur strict hone wale the; jaldi se ek sasti jagah nahi mili toh mushkil aur badhegi.
Arya ke paas ek hi option bacha tha—kisi ke ghar mein ek room rent pe lena. Yeh hi uske budget mein fit tha, aur waise bhi, yeh lockdown kab tak chalega, koi idea nahi tha. Arya ne ek annoyed sa groan kiya. Dil se toh woh akeli rehna chahti thi, par yeh option toh ab bilkul possible nahi tha.
“Yeh kahan se shuru karoon, yaar?” Arya ne thodi bechaini se kaha, apne AirPods mein bolte hue. “Time bhi toh nahi hai! Shaam ho rahi hai, aur yahan raat jaldi dhal jati hai. Main toh sadak pe nahi ruk sakti akeli. Koi mujhe loot na le, ya…” usne ek nazar phir se un ladkon pe daali jo ab bhi airport ke bahar ghoom rahe the, “…kuch aur bura na ho jaye.”
Woh ladke ab bhi wahi the, kuch toh ab openly uska dhyan khichne ki koshish kar rahe the—fingers snap karke, seeti bajake, aur ek ne toh cheekha, “Arre, memsaab, idhar dekho!” Arya ne unhe ignore kiya, apne AirPods ko adjust karke pretend kiya ke usse kuch sunai nahi de raha. India mein itne din rehne ke baad woh in desi mardon ke catcalls ki aadat ho chuki thi. Kabhi-kabhi usse apni attractiveness ek curse lagti thi. Jahan bhi jati, mardon ki nazrein uspe chipak jati thi—uske dusky complexion, wavy black baal, aur curvy figure pe, jo aaj ek fitted kurti aur jeans mein aur bhi highlight ho rahe the. Yeh sab annoying aur thoda creepy tha, par usne seekh liya tha ke isse deal karna hi padta hai.
“Arre, online dekh sakte hain, no tension,” Sumit ne usse tasalli di, uski keyboard ki typing ki awaaz phone ke doosre taraf se aayi. “Main bhi search kar raha hoon yahan se. Tujhe raat hone se pehle kuch na kuch mil jayega, trust me. Tu safe rahegi.”
Arya ne ek lambi saans li, apne jute tote bag ko aur tightly pakda, aur apni almond-shaped eyes se airport ke chaotic scene ko scan kiya. Monsoon ke baarish ke chhinte ab bhi gir rahe the, aur bahar rickshaws ke horn aur chai walon ke chillane ki awaaz ek background music jaisa ban gaya tha. Uske dil mein ek weird si feeling thi—ek taraf tension, doosri taraf thodi si excitement. Mumbai ka yeh vibe usse ek ajeeb si energy de raha tha, jaise kuch bada hone wala ho. Usne apne baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha, apni kurti ke pallu ko adjust kiya, aur Sumit se kaha, “Thik hai, jaldi kuch dhoondh, Sumit. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai, aur ek safe jagah chahiye, abhi!”
“Yeh baar-baar hota hai kya?” Sumit ne jaldi se poocha, uski awaaz mein ek urgency thi. Arya ne apni naak ke bridge ko pinch kiya aur ek lambi saans li. “Police ko call karne ki zaroorat hai?”
“Arre, Sumit, yeh chhoti-moti harassment toh yahan routine hai,” Arya ne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha. “Maine tujhe kaha na, main handle kar sakti hoon. Bas ab jaldi se kuch dhoondh, warna main yahan sadak pe hi phas jaungi, aur yahan aise aur bhi log honge. Tu nahi chahega na yeh sab?” Usne thodi si guilt-trip wali baat ki, apni awaaz ko stern rakhte hue.
“Okay, okay, thik hai,” Sumit ne thodi si jhallahat ke saath kaha. Arya ko turant bura laga uska tone sunke.
“Sorry, Sumit, mera woh matlab nahi tha, love,” usne kaha, apni awaaz ko thodi naram karte hue. “Main bas stressed hoon, yeh sab itna overwhelming hai. I know tu meri chinta kar raha hai, aur main yeh appreciate karti hoon. Par yeh ladke? Inhe main sambhal lungi. Please samajh.”
Sumit ne ek saans li. “Haan, thik hai, I get it. Bas chinta ho rahi thi. Ab chhod, main jaldi se kuch dhoondhta hoon taaki tu is sadak se nikal jaye.”
“Aww, mera hero,” Arya ne thodi si hansi ke saath kaha, uske chehre pe ek chhoti si smile aa gayi, despite the chaos around her.
Dono ne apne phones pe scroll karna jari rakha, ek website se doosri pe, koi bhi sasti aur safe jagah dhoondhne ke liye. Kuch listings bohot costly thi, aur jo sasti thi, woh bilkul shady lag rahi thi—jaise koi old building mein ek creepy room ho. Par jaise hi woh search kar rahe the, door se aur catcalls aaye. “Arre, hotness! Idhar toh dekho! Ek kiss hi de do, ya thodi si jhalak dikhao!” Ek ladka apna Shirt upar uthake apna hairy chest di e laga, sochta hua ke shayad woh bhi aisa karegi. Arya ne apna haath bandh liya, par ignore karna continue kiya. Experience ne usse sikhaya tha ke aise cheapo ko jawab dena sirf aur jhanjhat bulata hai.
Par Sumit ko phone pe yeh sab sunai de raha tha, aur uska dil toot raha tha ke woh itni door hoke kuch kar nahi sakta. Usne bas Arya ke confidence pe bharosa rakha ke woh khud sambhal legi. Apni search ko aur tezi se chalaate hue, Sumit ko finally ek listing mili jo Arya ke budget mein fit thi. Shayad thodi jaldi mein usne yeh select kiya, kyunki uska bas ek hi mission tha—Arya ko jaldi se in ladkon ke nazron se door karna.
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“Arre, Arya! Lagta hai mujhe ek mast jagah mil gayi tujhe rehne ke liye!” Sumit ne phone pe jaldi se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek excitement thi.
“Yeh koi tooti-footi building toh nahi na, kisi shady mohalle mein?” Arya ne ek bhaari saans lete hue kaha. Yeh poora drama uske nerves pe chadh raha tha. Bas ab yahan se nikalna tha, aur jaldi se!
“Haan bhi, aur nahi bhi,” Sumit ne jawab diya. Arya ka chehra ekdum blank ho gaya. “Dekh, jo tera budget hai, usme yeh luxury toh nahi hai, par jo bhi humne ab tak dekha, usse kahi behtar hai. Yahan likha hai room kaafi spacious hai. Bijli hai, shower bhi hai, aur guess kya? Wifi bhi hai! To, whoop whoop!” Sumit ne thodi si masti ke saath kaha. Arya ne halka sa has diya. “Yeh Sumit bhi na, bilkul geek hai,” usne socha.
“Yeh link bhejta hoon, dekh le,” Sumit ne kaha.
Arya ko link mila, aur usne turant khola. Screen pe apartment ki kuch tasveerein thi. Usne ek bhaaw uthayi, thodi si caution ke saath, kyunki yeh jagah thodi purani aur thodi si jhakkas nahi lagi. Par doosri listings ke muqable, jahan aksar bas ek gadda ek multi-purpose room mein pada hota tha, bina kisi privacy ke, yeh wali jagah kahi behtar thi. Apartment thoda chhota tha, par kitchen tha, ek chhota sa living room, ek bathroom, aur do bedrooms. Doosre rented rooms ke comparison mein, yeh room kaafi bada laga—ek comfortable charpoy, ek desk jahan woh kaam kar sakti thi, aur sabse achhi baat, ek proper darwaza jo privacy deta tha. Kuch jagah toh bas ek hi room thi, jahan kitchen, living area, aur bedroom ke beech koi deewar hi nahi hoti.
“Hmm… yeh toh itna bura nahi hai,” Arya ne dheere se kaha, phone pe aur details scroll karte hue. Jo info mili, usme koi shady vibe nahi thi. Bijli aur paani ke liye alag se payment nahi tha—sab ek hi monthly rent mein included tha. Pehla mahina ka rent advance mein dena tha, jo standard tha, aur baki sab kuch clean lag raha tha, koi suspicious conditions nahi.
Tasveerein ek baar phir dekhi, toh bas do hi shikayatein thi—jagah thodi purani lagi, aur thodi cramped bhi. Par yeh toh uske last ke modern apartment ke muqable mein tha, jahan woh aur Priya rehti thi. Phir bhi, yeh jagah rehne layak toh thi, aur uske liye abhi ke liye yahi kaafi tha.
“Thik hai, Sumit, yeh wali hi final karte hain,” Arya ne confidently kaha. “Ab iske liye kya karna hoga?”
“Yahan likha hai ke tujhe page pe diya hua number call karna hoga,” Sumit ne bataya.
“Cash mein pay karna hai ya…?”
“Haan, cash preferred hai, par agar chahiye toh wire bhi kar sakti hai.”
“Hmm, theek hai, yeh toh bura nahi hai,” Arya ne kaha, thodi relief ke saath. “Main abhi call karti hoon. Jaldi se yahan se nikalna hai, yeh ladke sach mein meri jaan kha rahe hain. Wish me luck, Sumit!”
“Arre, best of luck, yaar! Jaldi update bhejna, aur agar koi issue ho toh mujhe call karna. Safe rehna. Love you, bye,” Sumit ne khushi se kaha.
“Thik hai, bye-bye. Mwah!” Arya ne phone pe kaha aur call cut kiya. “Thank god for Sumit,” usne dil mein socha. “Pata nahi main iske bina kya karti.” Usne apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, apne wavy baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha, aur number dial karne lagi, apne jute tote bag ko tightly pakde hue. Bahar, monsoon ke chhinte ab bhi gir rahe the, aur un ladkon ki awaazein—“Arre, memsaab, ek smile toh banta hai!”—ab bhi background mein goonj rahi thi. Par ab Arya ke dil mein ek chhoti si ummeed jagi thi—ek naya shuruaat, ek naya adventure.
Apartment ka maalik ka naam tha ‘Sajid ’. Arya ne apna sir thoda sa jhukaya, thodi si hichkichahat ke saath. Dil se toh woh kisi aurat se room rent karna chahti thi, par ab koi choice nahi bacha tha. Sasta aur safe—yeh hi uska mission tha, toh pickiness ka koi sawaal hi nahi utha.
Usne phone pe number dial kiya, aur dil dhadakte hue call connect hone ka wait kiya. Jab phone ring kar raha tha, Arya ne apne aas-paas ka scene scan kiya. Woh ekdum alag dikhti thi—apni dusky skin, wavy black baalon, aur crop top-palazzo pants ke modern desi look ke saath. Mumbai ke is chaotic vibe mein, woh bilkul ek firangi memsaab lag rahi thi, chahe uske parents India se hi kyun na ho. Woh ladkon ka group, jo ab bhi usse ghoor raha tha, uski paranoia ko aur badha raha tha. Unki aankhon mein ek sasta sa mazaak tha, aur Arya ko yeh sab se jaldi nikalna tha.
Finally, phone utha aur ek bhaari, desi awaaz aayi, “Hello?” Arya ek second ke liye chup ho gayi, samajh nahi aaya kya bole. “Hello??” usne dobara kaha, thodi si jhallahat ke saath.
“Hi, uh, namaste!” Arya ne jaldi se kaha, apni broken Hindi mein.
“Hmm? Kaun hai yeh? Yeh number kyun dial kiya?” awaaz thodi annoyed lagi.
“Oh, sorry, main disturb nahi karna chahti thi,” Arya ne jaldi se explain kiya, “Par main aapke online post kiye hue room ke bare mein baat karna chahti hoon.” Doosre taraf se ek chhoti si khamoshi chhai.
“Achha! To room mein interest hai, haan? Bahut badhiya!” us aadmi ne suddenly excited hokar kaha, uski awaaz thodi rough aur aged thi. “Kitni jaldi aa sakti ho yahan dekhne ke liye?”
“Jitni jaldi ho sake,” Arya ne jawab diya. “Jaise, aaj hi, raat hone se pehle.”
“Thik hai, thik hai! Aaj chalega. Main abhi bazaar se wapas aa raha hoon, thodi der mein pahunch jaunga. To abhi nikal pad, okay?” usne kaha. Arya thodi shocked thi ke baatein itni jaldi move kar rahi thi.
“Ruko, ek second, payment ka kuch discuss karna hai kya?” usne poocha.
“Arre, woh sab baad mein face-to-face baat kar lenge, theek hai na?” usne casually kaha. Arya ne ek saans li aur apne aap ko nod kiya.
“Okay… toh main wahan milti hoon,” usne kaha.
“Bas page pe diya hua address follow karo. Milte hain, bye!” Sajid ne jaldi se call cut kiya. Uski bhaari awaaz aur thick desi accent thoda mushkil tha samajhne mein, par at least woh English bol raha tha.
Arya ne page pe address check kiya aur bench se uth khadi hui, ek taxi ke liye haath dikhaya. Par jaise hi woh uthi, woh ladkon ka group phir chillane laga. “Arre, memsaab, kahan chali? Thodi der aur ruko na, humein bhi toh tera mast figure dekhne de!” Ek ne toh apna kurta upar kiya aur apna hairy chest dikhaya, has has ke.
Arya ne sir jhatak ke unhe ignore kiya, par uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Bas ab yahan se nikalna tha. Taxi ke liye wait karte hue, usne apne jute tote bag ko tightly pakda, apni crop top ko adjust kiya, aur apne wavy baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha. Finally, ek yellow-black taxi uske paas ruki. Usne apna chhota sa suitcase trunk mein daala aur jaldi se car mein ghus gayi.
“Jaldi se chal, memsaab, ek smile toh de do!” ek ladka chillaya, last minute mein ek aur sasta comment maarte hue. “Arre, nahi jao, humein bhi toh thodi jhalak chahiye!” Arya ki aankhein gusse se badi ho gayi—yeh log itne gande the, bilkul besharam! Dil se toh woh in sabko sabak si a chahti thi.
“In gande jaanwaron ko kabhi nahi dekhungi,” Arya ne apne mann mein socha, ek aakhri baar un ladkon ki taraf dekha aur taxi ka darwaza zor se band kiya. Taxi ne speed pakdi, aur woh Mumbai ke chaotic sadkon pe nikal padi, ek naye adventure ki taraf, dil mein ek ajeeb si thrill aur darr ka mix lekar.
“Namaste, memsaab, kahan jana hai?” taxi driver ne apne desi accent mein poocha, ek thodi si muskurahat ke saath.
“Uh, yahan le chalo,” Arya ne ek thaki hui saans lete hue kaha, apna phone uthakar Sajid ke apartment ka address dikhaya. Driver ne sar hilaya aur taxi airport ke us chaotic scene se nikal padi, jahan woh saste ladke abhi bhi chilla rahe the.
Arya ne apni taangein cross ki, apna phone uthaya, aur Sumit ko ek quick text bheja: “Taxi mein hoon, safe hoon. Update karti hoon.” Phone neeche rakhte hue, usne ek lambi saans chhodi aur khidki se bahar dekha. Dil se ek bhaari bojh utar gaya tha. Woh aur kitna bardasht karti? Ek minute aur wahan, aur shayad woh chillati ya apna cool kho deti. Par ab yeh sab peechhe chhoot gaya tha. Ispe sochne ka koi fayda nahi tha.
Taxi Mumbai ki sadkon pe aage badhi, aur Arya khidki se is bustling city ko dekhti rahi. Yeh jagah itni crowded thi, hamesha ek alag hi energy ke saath. Bachche galiyon mein khel rahe the, chhoti-chhoti food stalls pe garma-garam vada pav aur chai ke stall, har mod pe chhote-chhote shops. Ek do gaayein bhi sadak pe ghoom rahi thi, aur yahan-wahan potted Tulsi plants bhi dikhe. Par police bhi ab sadkon pe dikh rahi thi, lockdown ke rules enforce karne ke liye.
“Yeh sab toh aur bura hone wala hai…” Arya ne apne mann mein socha, thodi si chinta ke saath.
Khidki se nazar hata ke, usne taxi ke aage dekha. Driver chup tha, koi chhoti-moti baat nahi kar raha tha, par Arya ne notice kiya ke woh rearview mirror mein baar-baar uski taraf dekh raha tha. Jaise hi uski nazar driver ki aankhon se mili, usne jaldi se road pe focus kiya. Arya ne ek bhaaw uthayi. “Yeh kya, ab yeh bhi mujhe ghoor raha hai?” usne annoyingly socha. Ek thandi si shiver uski spine mein daudi—ek aur aadmi usse aise dekh raha tha, jaise woh koi Bollywood heroine ho. Par ab usmein energy nahi bachi thi yeh sab care karne ki. Usne bas apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, apne wavy black baalon ko ek baar phir bun mein bandha, aur khidki ke bahar dekhte hue apne aap ko distract kiya.
Taxi ke horn aur Mumbai ke sadkon ka shor uske kano mein goonj raha tha, par uske dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling thi—ek naya shuruaat, ek unknown adventure, aur thodi si darr ke saath ek sizzling thrill jo usse bol raha tha ke yeh lockdown uski life ko ek unexpected twist dene wala tha.
Taxi jab apni manzil pe pahunchi, Arya ne driver ko paise diye aur car se utar gayi, ek thodi si busy sadak pe, jahan purani, thodi udas dikhti buildings ek line mein khadi thi. Apna chhota sa suitcase trunk se nikal ke, usne use sidewalk pe rakha. Wahan khadi hokar, usne apne aage wale urban apartment complex ko gaur se dekha. Usne koi five-star wala setup toh expect nahi kiya tha, par yeh jagah toh usse Amreeka ke old housing colonies jaisi lagi. Chahe yeh kitna hi uncomfortable kyun na ho, ab uske paas koi aur option nahi tha.
Building ke entrance ki taraf badhte hue, Arya ne notice kiya ke doosre residents usse curiously ghoor rahe the, jaise woh koi alien ho. Unki nazron se thodi si ghabrahat hui, par usne bas ek awkward si smile di aur building ke andar chali gayi. “Chauthi manzil…” usne dheere se kaha, apne aap ko yaad dilate hue ke uska room kahan hai. Pas hi ek lift dikhi, par uspe laga ek sign dekh ke usne ek annoyed sa moan kiya. Sign Hindi mein tha, aur uski broken Hindi se usse kuch samajh nahi aaya, par shayad yeh lift kharaab hone ka ishara tha.
“Toh, seedhiyan hi sahi,” Arya ne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha. Apna bhaari suitcase uthakar, woh dheere-dheere dimly lit seedhiyon pe chadhne lagi. Narrow aur creaky steps pe chadhte hue, usse ek strong si smell aayi—purani deewaron ki mustiness aur thodi si decay ki. Yeh sab uski unease ko aur badha raha tha. Par thodi mehnat ke baad, woh finally chauthi manzil pe pahunch gayi.
Pasina pochhte hue, Arya ne apne ghutno pe haath rakhe aur saans lene ke liye jhuk gayi. Apni crop top ke collar ko pakad ke, usne apne aap ko hawa di. “Uff, yeh garmi toh maar dalegi,” usne thaki hui awaaz mein kaha. Mumbai ki monsoon wali humidity aur searing heat ne uske dusky skin ko chipchipa kar diya tha. Uske wavy black baal bhi thodi si laton mein chipak gaye the, aur uski almond-shaped eyes thakaan se chhoti ho gayi thi. Thank god is jagah mein shower tha—use settle hote hi ek thanda nahaana tha.
Jab saans thodi normal hui, Arya ne apna phone check kiya. “Room 437,” usne confirm kiya. Sumit ka koi naya message nahi aaya tha, toh usne phone wapas pocket mein daala aur apna suitcase uthaya. Balcony walkway pe chalte hue, woh har darwaze ka number carefully check karti gayi, jab tak usse room 437 nahi mil gaya. Rukte hue, usne ek lambi saans li, apne jute tote bag ko adjust kiya, aur apne aap ko tayyar kiya. Yeh naya shuruaat tha, aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb si thrill jag rahi thi—ek mix of nervousness aur excitement, jaise koi Bollywood movie ka spicy scene shuru hone wala ho.
Apna saman neeche rakhte hue, Arya room 437 ke darwaze ke saamne khadi hui, ek lambi saans li aur apne aap ko sambhala. Yeh naya ghar—temporary hi sahi—uske liye ek unknown adventure tha, aur kitne din tak, yeh toh bhagwan hi jaane. Sumit, jo duniya ke doosre kone pe tha, aur yeh naya landlord, Sajid , jiske bare mein use kuch bhi nahi pata—usne socha, “Yeh aadmi kaisa hoga? Kya vibe hogi uski?” Woh landlord toh nahi tha poori building ka, par uske room ka rent usi ko dena tha, aur ek tarah se woh uska housemate bhi tha, kyunki dono ek hi flat mein rehne wale the. “Housemate? Ya roommate? Chhodo, kya farak padta hai,” Arya ne apne aap ko chidhate hue socha. Asli baat thi yeh jaanna ke yeh Sajid kaisa insaan hai.
Aur intezaar nahi kar sakti thi. Usne apni muththi bandh ki aur darwaze pe dhire se knock kiya. Turant hi andar se kuch khadbadahat ki awaaz aayi, phir kadmon ki—jaise koi jooton ko ghasit raha ho. Insulation shayad khas nahi thi, kyunki har awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Lock khula, darwaza khula, aur Arya ki expressive almond-shaped eyes badi ho gayi jab usne apne naye landlord-cum-housemate ko dekha.
Sajid ek budha aadmi tha, shayad late fifties ya early sixties mein. Uski skin ekdum dark thi, uske sar pe baal kam the, graying aur receding hairline ke saath. Uski daadi mein safed jhurriyan thi, aur chehra thoda wrinkled, par ek ajeeb si charm ke saath. Arya ne jab uske jism ko dekha, toh uska dil thoda sa doob gaya—lean frame, thodi si toond nikli hui, ek purana banyan pehna hua jo thoda stained tha, aur height mein woh Arya se chhota tha, uski aankhein Arya ke thodi ke paas. Uska jism kaafi hairy tha—banyan ke neck se curly gray chest hair jhank rahe the, aur uski baahon pe bhi purane baal dikhe.
“Arre, yeh kaisa aadmi hai?” Arya ne apne dil mein chillaya. “Iske saath rehna hai?!” Aaj ka din toh mardon ke mamle mein ekdum kharab tha—pehle airport ke woh saste ladke, aur ab yeh! Par uski umar dekh ke thodi si rahat mili—kam se kam yeh harmless lagta tha, jaise koi old desi uncle.
Uski yeh scrutiny ek zor ki awaaz ne toodi. “Arre, tum hi woh hogi jo mera extra room rent pe lena chahti hai, sahi hai na?” Sajid ne khushi se kaha, uska thick Mumbaiya accent aur bhaari awaaz ekdum bold thi.
“Uh, haan… Aap hi Sajid ji honge,” Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath kaha, apni crop top ko adjust karte hue. “Milke khushi hui.”
“Haan, bilkul! Par bas Sajid bol do, ji-viji ki kya zaroorat!” usne ek badi si smile ke saath kaha, aur phir uski dark aankhon ne Arya ko upar se neeche tak scan kiya. Woh ekdum openly uske dusky skin, wavy baalon, aur curvy figure ko dekh raha tha, jo uski palazzo pants aur crop top mein saaf dikh raha tha. Arya ka dimaag itna tezi se daud raha tha ke usne yeh notice nahi kiya. Uska focus bas is baat pe tha ke is aadmi ke saath rehna hai! Par chahe woh kitna hi unattractive kyun na lage, kam se kam friendly toh tha.
“Uh, nahi, main bas Sajid ji hi bolungi abhi ke liye,” Arya ne thodi firmness ke saath kaha, par apni awaaz ko thoda light rakha taaki rude na lage. “Abhi toh hum pehli baar mile hain.”
Sajid ne sar hilaya, ek understanding wali smile ke saath. “Arre, koi baat nahi, jo tujhe comfortable lage. Par ek baat batao, itni sundar ladki ka naam kya hai?” usne ek thodi si flirty smile ke saath poocha. Arya ki aankhein thodi badi hui—yeh flirt kar raha tha ya bas nice ban raha tha? India mein itne din rehne ke baad, usse pata tha ke log yahan kaafi hospitable hote hain, par woh airport ke ladkon ka scene bhi toh bhool nahi sakti thi. Abhi ke liye, usne assume kiya ke yeh bas friendly hai.
“Mera naam… uh, Arya. Arya . Milke khushi hui,” usne thodi si tension ke saath jawab diya. Sajid ne ek badi si welcoming smile di aur apna wrinkled haath aage badhaya handshake ke liye.
“Achha, Arya! Bahut badhiya. Main tujhe Arya hi bolun, thik hai na?” usne kaha. Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath uska haath pakda, politeness ke khatir.
“Haan, thik hai,” usne thodi si resignation ke saath kaha.
Jab unke haath mile, Arya ko ek jhatka sa laga—Sajid ka haath rough aur sweaty tha, ekdum uski meaty dhaba wali vibe se match karta hua. Handshake thoda lamba chala, aur Arya ko thodi si discomfort hui, par jaldi hi usne apna haath chhuda liya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si spark thi, aur Arya ke dil mein ek sizzling thrill jagi—yeh naya chapter tha, aur shayad isme kuch unexpected twists hone wale the.
Jab Sajid apne room se wapas aaya, Arya ne chupke se uski shakal ko aur gaur se dekha, jo ab bhi utna hi unattractive laga. Usne wahi purana, stained white banyan aur pyjama pehna hua tha, saath mein ek sasti si chappal jo uske dusty pairon pe thi. Arya ke dil mein ek thodi si ghabrahat thi, par usne apne aap ko sambhala, apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, aur apne wavy baalon ko ek quick touch diya.
Sajid ne kitchen se ek metal ka teapot uthaya aur do ceramic cups ke saath Arya ke paas aaya. Ek chhote se wooden coffee table pe cups rakhte hue, usne dhire se garma-garam chai daali. “Kam se kam yeh thoda polite toh hai,” Arya ne socha, thodi si relief ke saath.
Ek cup uthakar, Sajid ne bade adab se Arya ko diya. “Shukriya,” Arya ne softly kaha, ek polite smile ke saath.
“Arre, koi baat nahi,” Sajid ne jawab diya, aur apni cup uthakar uske bagal mein sofa pe baith gaya—thoda zyada hi paas. Arya ki aankhein badi ho gayi jab sofa ka cushion uske wazan se dab gaya, aur uska jism thoda sa Sajid ki taraf tilt ho gaya. Uska hairy arm uske nange baazu se touch hua, aur Arya ke jism mein ek shiver daud gaya.
Jaldi se thodi door khisak ke, usne chai ka ek chhota sip liya, apni nervousness chhupate hue. “Toh! Tum Amreeki ho, sahi hai na?” Sajid ne ek bhaari awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne ek bhaaw uthayi.
“Haan, hoon. Kyun? Itna obvious hai kya?” usne jawab diya, thodi si curiosity ke saath. Sajid ne zor se hasa, apna sar idhar-udhar hilate hue.
“Haha! Sorry, par haan, bilkul obvious hai. Tera style, kapde, aur yeh look—sab kuch bolta hai,” usne masti bhari awaaz mein kaha, apni chai ka sip lete hue. Arya ne aankhein ghumayi, par ek chhoti si smile chhupa nahi saki. “Aur tera accent bhi toh ekdum desi nahi hai!”
“Hmm, samajh gayi,” usne dheere se kaha, aur chai peeti rahi.
Sajid ne apni cup table pe rakhi aur sofa ke backrest pe apna haath faila diya, jo thoda sa Arya ke kandhon ke paas touch kar raha tha. Arya ke jism mein goosebumps ubhar aaye. “Yeh thoda zyada hi comfortable ho raha hai kya?” usne apne dil mein socha, thodi si irritation ke saath.
“Toh, ek sundar Amreeki ladki jaise tum mere yahan room rent karne kyun aayi?” Sajid ne poocha, ek thodi si flirty smile ke saath. Arya ne uski taraf ek quick side glance diya. Phir se uski tareef? Par kam se kam usne ‘sundar’ kaha, koi sasta word nahi. Yeh toh usse thoda bardasht karna padega.
“Main yahan study abroad ke liye aayi thi,” Arya ne explain kiya. “Wapas Amreeka jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne mujhe yahin phasa diya. Sadak pe nahi rehna tha, toh maine tumhara online post dekha aur yahan aa gayi.”
“Achha, yeh lockdown toh bura hai,” Sajid ne kaha, thodi si sympathy dikhate hue. “Par achha kiya tune meri jagah chuni! Yeh meri liye bhi help hai, aur agar mujhe is lockdown mein yahan flat mein band rehna hai, toh ek aisi sundar ladki ke saath rehna toh banta hai, haina?” usne ek thodi si naughty hasi ke saath kaha.
Arya ne usse ek cautious look diya. Ab yeh openly flirt kar raha tha! “Arre, yeh toh bilkul uncle-level pervert nikla,” usne apne mann mein socha. Par uski yeh hospitality aur masti bhari awaaz ne usse confuse bhi kiya—yeh mazak kar raha tha ya serious?
“Arre, aise mat dekho, main toh bas mazaak kar raha hoon!” Sajid ne haske kaha, aur apna pura haath Arya ke kandhon pe rakh diya, usse thoda playfully hila diya. Arya ka dil doob gaya—yeh kya tha? Pehle flirt, ab yeh haath? Yeh aadmi apne aap ko kya samajhta hai? Par uski yeh desi uncle wali vibe, jo ekdum friendly aur thodi over-the-top thi, ne usse thodi si confusion mein daal diya. Kya yeh sach mein mazaak tha? Abhi ke liye, usne yeh chhod diya, par uske dil mein ek sizzling sa thrill jag raha tha—yeh lockdown shayad uski life mein ek spicy twist laane wala tha.
Agla adha ghanta dono ek doosre ko jaan-ne mein bitaya. Arya ko pata chala ke Sajid ke paas pas hi ek chhota sa bazaar tha, aur kuch e ke thele bhi, jahan se uski rozi roti chalti thi. Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath apne India ke experience bataye, par is sab ke beech Sajid ka haath uske kandhe pe hi raha. Usse laga jaise woh dhire-dhire use apni taraf kheench raha tha, ek subtle si closeness banate hue. Arya ka jism ekdum tense ho gaya—yeh aadmi kitna touchy tha! Uske paas toh ek fiancé tha, yaar! Aaj ke din mardon ne usse itna tang kar diya tha ke uska patience khatam ho raha tha.
Jab Arya aage jhuki apni chai ki cup table pe rakhne ke liye, usne mehsoos kiya ke Sajid ka haath uske kandhe se sarakta hua, uski kamar ki taraf ja raha tha, uske palazzo pants ke fabric ko thoda sa touch karte hue. Arya ekdum se sofa se uth khadi hui, uska dil zor se dhadka. “Uh, kya main apna room dekh sakti hoon?” usne jaldi se poocha, apne aur is budhe aadmi ke beech thodi si doori banane ki koshish mein. Sajid ne apna balding sar thoda jhukaya, ek chhoti si disappointment uske chehre pe dikhayi di.
“Arre, bilkul! Jao, dekh lo,” usne khushi se kaha, apni bhaari awaaz mein. “Main hum dono ke liye dinner ready karta hoon. Tu toh aaj ke din se thak gayi hogi na? Aur haan, bathroom hall ke end mein hai, shower bhi le lena.” Usne cups aur teapot uthaye, ek warm si smile ke saath.
Arya ka pet uske lafzon ke jawab mein gurra utha, aur ek thanda shower ka idea bhi kaafi tempting laga. Mumbai ki garmi aur us staircase ke chadhayi ne uske dusky skin ko chipchipa kar diya tha, uski teal crop top ab uske jism se chipak rahi thi, uske curves ko aur highlight karte hue.
Room mein ghus ke, Arya ne darwaza band kiya, par jab usne lock karne ki koshish ki, toh usse irritation hui—koi lock nahi tha! Sar hila ke, usne room ko scan kiya. Online tasveeron jaisa hi tha: charpoy ka foot uske saamne diwaar ke saath tha, right side pe ek chhota sa desk, aur uske bagal mein ek almirah. Bed ke head ke paas ek khidki thi, jo balcony walkway ki taraf khulti thi. Arya ko yeh thoda weird laga—koi usse sote hue dekh sakta tha. Par khushi se, ek curtain tha, aur ek chhoti si AC unit bhi ceiling pe lagi hui thi, jo uske liye ek badi relief thi.
Arya ne jaldi se room mein AC ka remote dhoondha, jo desk pe pada tha, aur usse full blast pe chala diya. “Aahhh,” usne ek lambi saans ke saath kaha, jab thandi hawa ne uske sweaty jism ko chhua. Apna charger suitcase se nikal ke, usne desk ke paas ek plug dekha aur phone charge pe laga diya. Sumit ko ek quick message bhejna tha ke yahan sab thik chal raha hai. Charpoy pe baith ke, usne apni hips ko mattress pe thoda wiggle kiya, checking its feel. Yeh patla aur thoda lumpy tha, par itna bura bhi nahi. Usne luxury toh expect nahi kiya tha.
Bed pe let ke, Arya ne ceiling ki taraf dekha, apne wavy baalon ko khol ke charpoy pe faila diya. Sajid ke compliments aur touchy behavior ka khayal uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh flirt kar raha tha, yeh toh pakka tha, par uski yeh desi uncle wali hospitality ne usse confuse kar diya. Kya yeh bas cultural tha? Kya India ke kuch budhe mard aise hi thodi zyada touchy-feely hote hain? Ya woh sach mein uspe line maar raha tha? Uska dil ekdum circles mein ghoom raha tha. Kya usse Sajid ke actions se alert hona chahiye? Kya woh settle hone ke baad aur kuch try karega? Shayad woh bas airport ke un saste ladkon ke experience se overreact kar rahi thi.
“Uff…” Arya ne ek bhaari saans ke saath apne chehre pe haath phera. Abhi ke liye, usne decide kiya ke Sajid se thodi doori rakhni hai, jab tak usse uski asli intentions ka pata na chal jaye. Par dil se, usne usse benefit of doubt dene ka socha—shayad woh bas ek over-friendly desi uncle tha. Lekin uske dil ke ek kone mein, ek sizzling sa thrill jag raha tha—yeh lockdown, yeh strange housemate, aur Mumbai ka yeh raw vibe uski life mein ek spicy, sensual twist laane wala tha, aur uska jism is naye adventure ke liye ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos kar raha tha.
Apne kapde jism se chipakte hue mehsoos kar, Arya ne decide kiya ke Sajid ke shower wale offer ko accept kar hi leti hai. Apni teal crop top aur palazzo pants utaar ke charpoy pe rakhi, usne apna suitcase khola aur ek towel, chappal, aur toiletry bag nikali. Towel ko apne curvy jism pe tightly lapet ke, usne darwaza thoda sa khola aur bahar jhanka. Sajid kitchen mein kuch khadkhada raha tha, par thankfully, chhota sa hallway bathroom tak jata tha, aur kitchen ka view usse chhupa hua tha. Arya ko yeh acha laga—abhi woh apne is half-naked state mein uske saamne nahi aana chahti thi.
Darwaza band karke, woh jaldi se hallway ke end tak daudi, apne wavy baalon ko ek loose bun mein bandhte hue. Bathroom mein ghus ke, usne dekha ke ek flickering lightbulb ceiling pe jhilmila raha tha, jo thoda creepy vibe de raha tha. Par khushi ki baat yeh thi ke is darwaze pe ek lock tha. Arya ne dhire se ghoom ke bathroom ko scan kiya. Yeh bada toh nahi tha, par kaam chalau tha—ek toilet, sink, aur ek purana sa mirror. Shower enclosure blue ceramic mosaic tiles ka bana tha, ekdum vintage vibe wala, jaise koi old desi ghar ka bathroom jo kabhi renovate nahi hua.
Apna toiletry bag neeche rakhte hue, Arya ne shower ke sliding door ko dekha, jo blurred glass ka tha. Jab usne use kholne ki koshish ki, toh ek chirkne wali awaaz ne usse thodi si siharn de di. Upar dekha toh ek showerhead laga tha, par uska dhyan ek bade se balti pe gaya, jo lagbhag uski kamar tak thi, paani se bhari hui, aur usme ek handle wala mug tair raha tha.
Arya ne curious bhaaw uthayi, par phir kandhe jhatke. Towel utaar ke, chappal nikal ke, usne towel ko pas ke rack pe rakha aur shower mein kadam rakha, uski dusky skin monsoon ki humidity se abhi bhi thodi chipchipi thi. Lever ghumaya, par uski frustration badh gayi jab showerhead se ek boond bhi nahi nikli.
“Yeh kya bakwas hai?” usne dheere se kaha, apni naak ke bridge ko pinch karte hue. Lever ko idhar-udhar ghuma ke, usne finally samajh liya ke showerhead kharab tha. Ek bhaari saans le ke, usne balti aur mug ka matlab samajh liya.
“Ise kehte hain shower?” usne apne aap se gusse mein kaha, par thodi si hasi bhi chhupa nahi payi. “Chalo, jo hai so hai…” Toiletry bag se shampoo aur body wash nikal ke, usne sliding door band kiya aur kaam chala liya. Balti ke thande paani ko mug se apne jism pe dhalte hue, usne apne wavy baalon ko khola, paani uske curves pe beh raha tha, ek ajeeb si sensual relief dete hue. Mumbai ki garmi aur us din ke stress ke baad, yeh thanda paani uske liye ek chhota sa luxury tha. Par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein, Sajid ki woh touchy vibe aur flirty smile abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi, uske jism mein ek sizzle sa jagate hue—yeh lockdown uski life mein ek nayi, thodi naughty kahani shuru kar raha tha.
Kitchen mein a banate hue, Sajid ke dil mein ek ajeeb si khushi thi. Uska naya housemate ek jawan, sundar Amreeki ladki thi—aur kya chahiye? Jab usne pehli baar uski awaaz phone pe suni, tabhi usse laga tha ke yeh koi mast item hogi. Aur ab, jab usne usse flesh mein dekha, toh uska dil bol raha tha ke woh duniya ka sabse lucky aadmi hai! Lockdown ka khayal usse pehle toh darr laga tha—akela flat mein band rehna? Par ab, is sundar ladki ke saath, uska mann ekdum khil gaya. Uski dusky skin, wavy black baal, lambi taangein, aur woh curvy jism—sab kuch uske dil mein ek sizzling spark jaga raha tha, aur uske pyjama ke neeche thodi si bechaini bhi.
a tayaar karne ke baad, Sajid ne do thaliyon mein a parosa—garma-garam dal, roti, aur ek spicy chicken curry—aur kitchen table pe rakha. Usne socha ke pehle uske room tak jata hai, par usse pehle check kiya ke woh bathroom mein toh nahi. Woh wahan nahi thi. Jaise hi woh uske darwaze ke paas knock karne wala tha, darwaza khula aur woh sundar ladki saamne aayi. Sajid ki aankhein badi ho gayi—usne ek casual cotton shorts aur tight tank top pehna tha, jo uske curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha, aur ek towel se apne baal sukha rahi thi.
“Oh! Uh, kya baat hai, Sajid ji?” usne poocha, apne baalon ko towel se ragadte hue. Sajid ne apni nazrein uske thodi si dikhayi deti cleavage se hatane ki koshish ki, par dil mein ek thrill sa daud gaya.
Usne apne pyjama mein thodi si adjustment ki, apni excitement chhupate hue. “ a tayaar hai. Bhookh lagi hai?” usne ek naughty si smile ke saath kaha. Usne haath ishara kiya kitchen ki taraf, aur woh uske peeche chali. Sajid ki nazrein uske supple hips pe chali gayi, jo shorts mein ekdum tempting lag rahe the. Uske mann mein ek hi khayal tha—kisi tarah in curves ko thoda aur explore karna hai.
Dono kitchen mein table pe baith gaye. “Arre, Sajid ji, yeh toh kamaal lag raha hai,” usne thali mein e ko dekh ke kaha, thodi impressed. Sajid ka seena thoda sa phool gaya—ek aurat ko apne cooking se impress karna toh ek mard ke liye pehla step hota hai.
“Arre, yeh toh kuch bhi nahi,” usne casually kaha, par andar se khushi se fula nahi sama raha. “Yeh meri family ka old recipe hai. Ab chalo, khao! Tujhe toh bhookh lagi hogi.”
Usne Sajid ki taraf dekha, ek chhoti si thankful smile ke saath. Sajid uski sundar aankhon aur smile mein kho gaya. Jab woh a shuru karne wali thi, usne ruk ke kaha, “Ek minute, Sajid ji, kya hum rent aur house rules ke bare mein baat nahi karenge?”
Sajid ne sar hilaya, ek playful smile ke saath. “Arre, woh boring baatein baad mein kar lenge. Abhi toh bas yeh a enjoy karo, aur thodi si aur baat karte hain. Tujhe aur jaan-ne ka mann hai. Kaisa lagega?” Usne thodi skeptical si nazar se usse dekha, par uski genuine smile dekh ke ek chhoti si smirk di aur sar hilaya.
a khate hue, dono ne kaafi baatein ki—usne bataya ke woh kahan se hai, uske life goals kya hain, aur India mein uske experiences. Sajid uski charming smile aur bubbly personality mein doob gaya. Pehle toh woh thodi tense thi, par jaise-jaise baatein badhi, woh thodi relaxed hoti gayi. Sajid ne apne sare desi uncle wale tricks nikale—thodi masti, thodi hansi, aur thoda sa charm. Uske jokes pe uski hansi sunke, Sajid ka confidence aur badh gaya.
Arya ka Sajid ke bare mein shuru ka shak dheere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Yeh patla sa budha aadmi kaafi charismatic aur funny nikla. Yeh ek cliché tha, par looks sach mein deceiving ho sakte hain. Jaise-jaise baatein hoti rahi, usse Sajid apne nana ji ki yaad dilane laga, jinse woh bohot close thi. Sajid ki yeh warm vibe ne usse thoda comfortable kar diya—shayad yeh flat share karna itna bura nahi hoga. Par uske dil ke ek kone mein, ek sensual sa thrill abhi bhi tha—Sajid ki woh flirty nazrein, uska touchy behavior, aur yeh lockdown ka intimate vibe. Yeh sab ek spicy kahani ka shuruaat lag raha tha, aur uska jism is naye adventure ke liye ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos kar raha tha.
“Arre, yeh toh kamaal ki baat hai, Sajid ji. Aisi cheezein Amreeka mein nahi hoti,” Arya ne paani ka sip lete hue kaha, ek chhoti si smile ke saath. Par jaise hi woh kuch aur bolne wali thi, uska phone pocket mein vibrate hua. Sajid ne curious bhaaw uthayi, thodi si irritation ke saath, kyunki unki mazedar baat mein yeh interruption aa gaya.
“Kya hua?” usne poocha. Arya ne phone screen check kiya aur jaldi se uth khadi hui.
“Oh, sorry, Sajid ji. Ek minute, yeh call lena hai. Mera fiancé hai, use bolna hai main thik hoon,” usne thodi jaldi mein kaha. Sajid ne aankhein sikodi. Usse laga tha yeh ladki single hogi—par itni sundar ladki ke liye yeh soch toh thodi si overconfidence thi. Thoda disappointed hua, par uska dil abhi bhi nahi maana—isse toh thodi si koshish aur karni thi.
Arya apne room mein chali gayi aur call uthaya. “Hello? Sumit, tu hai na?”
“Haan, main hoon. Sab kaisa chal raha hai? Room ka sab set ho gaya?” Sumit ne poocha.
“Haan, sab ho gaya. Room mein settle ho gayi hoon, aur abhi ek mast dinner bhi kiya. Sajid ji sach mein acha a banate hain,” Arya ne bataya, thodi khushi ke saath. Sumit ke taraf se ek chhoti si pause hui.
“Sajid ji?” usne thodi confusion mein poocha.
“Oh, sorry, woh mera naya housemate hai. Tune page pe uska naam nahi dekha kya?”
“Hmm, shayad maine miss kar diya… Tu sure hai na ke ek ladke ke saath rehna thik hai? Yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega, kisi ko nahi pata,” Sumit ne thodi chinta ke saath kaha.
Arya thodi der ke liye chup hui. Sajid ke bare mein uska thoda sa shak abhi bhi tha, par dinner ke waqt uski warm, desi grandpa wali vibe ne usse thoda relax kar diya tha. “Sajid ji? Sumit, woh bilkul thik hai. Ek budha aadmi hai, shayad late fifties ya early sixties mein. Bilkul mere nana ji jaisa lagta hai. Yaad hai na tujhe mere nana ji? Main yahan thik rahungi, long run mein bhi.”
“Hmm, agar tu bol rahi hai toh thik hai,” Sumit ne kaha. “Bas khushi hai ke tujhe sadak pe nahi rehna pada aaj.”
Arya ne ek badi si smile di. “Toh, Sumit, mujhe miss kar raha hai?” usne ek low, seductive awaaz mein poocha, apne cotton shorts aur tight tank top ko adjust karte hue. Itne mahino se koi physical touch nahi tha, aur ab relax hone ke baad, uska mood thoda spicy ho raha tha.
“Miss? Arre, bilkul! Tujhe toh mahino se nahi dekha!” Sumit ne jawab diya.
“Achha? Aur yeh tujhe kaisa lag raha hai?” Arya ne thodi masti ke saath poocha, apne wavy baalon ko fingers se twirl karte hue.
“Bas, tu toh jaanti hai… akela hoon, bas hath ka sahara hai,” Sumit ne thodi sharmindagi ke saath kaha. Arya ne has di—Sumit ka yeh romantic charm thoda weak tha, par usse yeh cute laga.
“Hath? Sumit, thoda toh subtle hona tha,” usne mazaak mein kaha, khud bhi thodi naughty soch ke saath. “Chhodo, main bhi tujhe miss kar rahi hoon. Yeh pandemic ne sab kharab kar diya. Par jab yeh khatam hoga, I promise, tujhe ek special treat dungi,” usne ek alluring tone mein kaha.
“Woh toh mast hoga,” Sumit ne muskurate hue kaha. “Arre, ek second, kuch urgent aa gaya. Abhi jana hoga. Baad mein call ya text karta hoon, okay?”
“Thik hai,” Arya ne thodi chinta ke saath kaha, thodi disappointed ke call itni jaldi khatam ho raha tha.
“Bye, love you!” Sumit ne jaldi se kaha.
“Bye, mwah,” Arya ne jawab diya aur phone rakh diya.
Phone neeche rakhte hue, usne ek lambi saans li, apne aap ko is unknown future ke liye tayyar karte hue. Haal toh aur kharab ho sakte the, par Arya ne decide kiya ke woh is situation ka best banayegi. Kitchen mein wapas ja ke, usne dekha Sajid dishes saaf kar raha tha. “Sajid ji, main help karti hoon,” usne jaldi se kaha, table se bachi hui thaliyaan uthate hue.
“Arre, koi zaroorat nahi, main kar lunga,” Sajid ne kaha, par uski nazrein Arya ke curves pe thi, jo uske tight tank top aur shorts mein ekdum tempting lag rahe the. “Tu bas apne room mein settle ho ja.”
Arya ne sar hilaya. “Nahi, agar main yahan rehne wali hoon, toh ghar ke kaam mein help toh banta hai,” usne sink mein bartan dho dho ke kaha. Sajid ne bushy bhaaw uthayi, par jab usne Arya ko sink pe jhukte hue dekha, uske hips ka perfect shape dekh ke ek naughty smile di. Help ka idea usse bura nahi laga—ek sundar ladki ka ghar mein yun kaam karna thodi si spicy fantasy jaga raha tha.
“Thik hai, shukriya,” Sajid ne casually kaha, apne shoulders jhatakte hue.
“Welcome, Sajid ji,” Arya ne khushi se jawab diya, par uski nazar Sajid ke teekhi aankhon pe padi, jo usse chupke se scan kar rahi thi. Har baar jab woh mud ke dekhti, Sajid apni nazar hata leta, par jaise hi woh dobara barton dho ne mein busy hoti, uski aankhein wapas uske curvy figure pe lock ho jati. Sajid ne apne pyjama mein thodi adjustment ki—uski excitement ab chhupa na mushkil tha.
Phir Arya ne rent ka topic uthaya. Dono ne payment aur ghar ke rules pe baat ki. Sajid ne sab kuch simple rakha, jisse Arya ka thoda sa baaki darr bhi khatam ho gaya. Arya ne bhi promise kiya ke woh ghar ke kaam mein help karegi, chahe Sajid ne kaha ke yeh zaruri nahi hai. Par Arya ke is zid pe, Sajid ne bade adab se haan kar di—ek jawan ladki ka ghar mein yun kaam karna uske liye ek tantalizing idea tha, aur uske dil mein ek spicy khayal daud raha tha ke yeh lockdown shayad uske liye ek unexpected adventure banega.
Arya dheere-dheere ek filmi tune gun-gunate hue bartan dho rahi thi jab achanak usse laga ke koi uske peeche se chipak raha hai. “Arre, yeh kya—Sajid ji?!” usne shock mein kaha, sink ke kinaare ko zor se pakadte hue, uske pink shorts aur white tank top abhi bhi uske curvy jism se chipke hue the.
“Oh, sorry, bas yeh bartan cabinet mein rakh raha hoon, ek minute lagega,” Sajid ne ekdum smooth awaaz mein kaha. Arya ne sink ke against apne aap ko adjust kiya jab Sajid uske upar jhuk ke cabinet khola. Uske pyjama ka front uske hips se touch ho raha tha. Bartan arrange karte hue, usne apne jism ko thoda aur press kiya, ek subtle wiggle ke saath, jaise jaan bujh ke.
“Arre! Thoda dhyan se, Sajid ji…” Arya ne thodi irritation ke saath kaha, uske dusky face pe ek confused expression tha.
“Bas ho gaya! Sorry, sorry!” Sajid ne kaha, par uska movement thoda slow tha. Arya ne suddenly mehsoos kiya ke uske hips ke beech kuch hard aur lamba tha, aur uski saans ruk gayi. Par usse kuch bolne ka mauka bhi nahi mila ke Sajid peeche hata. “Uff, Sajid ji, agle baar bata dena ke bartan rakhne hain, main hat jaungi,” usne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha, apni almond-shaped aankhon se usse ghoorte hue.
“Arre, maafi, maine tujhe disturb nahi karna chahta tha,” Sajid ne ek calm smile ke saath kaha. Arya ke dimaag mein shak ka ek toofan uth raha tha—yeh aadmi pervert tha ya bas ek innocent mistake thi? Uske cool attitude ne usse confuse kar diya. Par Sajid ne usse sochne ka zyada waqt nahi diya aur baat ko apne fiancé ke topic pe le gaya. Arya ka dhyan turant Sumit ki taraf chala gaya, aur woh uncomfortable moment uske zehan se nikal gaya.
“Sumit kaisa hai? Kahan hai woh abhi?” Sajid ne curious awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne apna chehra thoda sa udaas kiya.
“Woh Amreeka mein hai,” usne dheere se kaha, apni engagement ring ko left hand pe twirl karte hue—ek simple silver ring, uspe dono ke initials engraved the. Fancy nahi tha, par Arya ko yeh dil se pasand tha. “Main yahan teen mahine ke baad uske paas wapas jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne sab kharab kar diya.”
Sajid ne ek chhota sa smirk chhupaya. “Achha? Haan, yeh pandemic toh sabki life mein ek hiccup hai. Par tension mat le, sab jaldi thik ho jayega,” usne dilasa diya, par andar se soch raha tha ke yeh lockdown kabhi khatam na ho—yahan is sundar ladki ke saath rehna uske liye ek sapna tha.
Arya ne ek chhoti si smile di. “Haan, umeed hai aap sahi hain, Sajid ji,” usne kaha, thodi hope ke saath.
“Arre, main toh hamesha sahi hota hoon!” Sajid ne mazaak mein kaha, apni naughty intentions chhupate hue.
Kitchen saaf karte-karte bahar andhera ho gaya, aur Arya ka din itna lamba tha ke woh thak ke choor ho gayi thi. Usne Sajid ko goodnight kaha aur bathroom mein teeth brush karne chali gayi. Wapas apne room mein aake, usne lights band ki aur charpoy pe kood padi.
Let ke, uska jism thakaan se pighal raha tha. Aaj ka din ek rollercoaster tha—airport ke saste ladkon se lekar Sajid ke is touchy behavior tak. Yeh sab uske liye ekdum naya tha. Ab yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega? Kya woh flat se bahar ja sakegi? Time kaise pass karegi? Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Par Sajid ke optimistic words uske zehan mein baith gaye—shayad yeh sab temporary hi hai, aur jaldi hi woh Sumit ke paas wapas jayegi. Is umeed ke saath, Arya ke jism mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—Sajid ki flirty nazrein, uska touch, aur yeh intimate vibe ek sensual spark jaga raha tha. Dheere-dheere, neend ne usse apni baahon mein le liya, aur woh ek sapne mein kho gayi, jahan yeh lockdown ek spicy, unexpected kahani banne wala tha.
Arya dheere-dheere ek filmi tune gun-gunate hue bartan dho rahi thi jab achanak usse laga ke koi uske peeche se chipak raha hai. “Arre, yeh kya—Sajid ji?!” usne shock mein kaha, sink ke kinaare ko zor se pakadte hue, uske pink shorts aur white tank top abhi bhi uske curvy jism se chipke hue the.
“Oh, sorry, bas yeh bartan cabinet mein rakh raha hoon, ek minute lagega,” Sajid ne ekdum smooth awaaz mein kaha. Arya ne sink ke against apne aap ko adjust kiya jab Sajid uske upar jhuk ke cabinet khola. Uske pyjama ka front uske hips se touch ho raha tha. Bartan arrange karte hue, usne apne jism ko thoda aur press kiya, ek subtle wiggle ke saath, jaise jaan bujh ke.
“Arre! Thoda dhyan se, Sajid ji…” Arya ne thodi irritation ke saath kaha, uske dusky face pe ek confused expression tha.
“Bas ho gaya! Sorry, sorry!” Sajid ne kaha, par uska movement thoda slow tha. Arya ne suddenly mehsoos kiya ke uske hips ke beech kuch hard aur lamba tha, aur uski saans ruk gayi. Par usse kuch bolne ka mauka bhi nahi mila ke Sajid peeche hata. “Uff, Sajid ji, agle baar bata dena ke bartan rakhne hain, main hat jaungi,” usne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha, apni almond-shaped aankhon se usse ghoorte hue.
“Arre, maafi, maine tujhe disturb nahi karna chahta tha,” Sajid ne ek calm smile ke saath kaha. Arya ke dimaag mein shak ka ek toofan uth raha tha—yeh aadmi pervert tha ya bas ek innocent mistake thi? Uske cool attitude ne usse confuse kar diya. Par Sajid ne usse sochne ka zyada waqt nahi diya aur baat ko apne fiancé ke topic pe le gaya. Arya ka dhyan turant Sumit ki taraf chala gaya, aur woh uncomfortable moment uske zehan se nikal gaya.
“Sumit kaisa hai? Kahan hai woh abhi?” Sajid ne curious awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne apna chehra thoda sa udaas kiya.
“Woh Amreeka mein hai,” usne dheere se kaha, apni engagement ring ko left hand pe twirl karte hue—ek simple silver ring, uspe dono ke initials engraved the. Fancy nahi tha, par Arya ko yeh dil se pasand tha. “Main yahan teen mahine ke baad uske paas wapas jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne sab kharab kar diya.”
Sajid ne ek chhota sa smirk chhupaya. “Achha? Haan, yeh pandemic toh sabki life mein ek hiccup hai. Par tension mat le, sab jaldi thik ho jayega,” usne dilasa diya, par andar se soch raha tha ke yeh lockdown kabhi khatam na ho—yahan is sundar ladki ke saath rehna uske liye ek sapna tha.
Arya ne ek chhoti si smile di. “Haan, umeed hai aap sahi hain, Sajid ji,” usne kaha, thodi hope ke saath.
“Arre, main toh hamesha sahi hota hoon!” Sajid ne mazaak mein kaha, apni naughty intentions chhupate hue.
Kitchen saaf karte-karte bahar andhera ho gaya, aur Arya ka din itna lamba tha ke woh thak ke choor ho gayi thi. Usne Sajid ko goodnight kaha aur bathroom mein teeth brush karne chali gayi. Wapas apne room mein aake, usne lights band ki aur charpoy pe kood padi.
Let ke, uska jism thakaan se pighal raha tha. Aaj ka din ek rollercoaster tha—airport ke saste ladkon se lekar Sajid ke is touchy behavior tak. Yeh sab uske liye ekdum naya tha. Ab yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega? Kya woh flat se bahar ja sakegi? Time kaise pass karegi? Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Par Sajid ke optimistic words uske zehan mein baith gaye—shayad yeh sab temporary hi hai, aur jaldi hi woh Sumit ke paas wapas jayegi. Is umeed ke saath, Arya ke jism mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—Sajid ki flirty nazrein, uska touch, aur yeh intimate vibe ek sensual spark jaga raha tha. Dheere-dheere, neend ne usse apni baahon mein le liya, aur woh ek sapne mein kho gayi, jahan yeh lockdown ek spicy, unexpected kahani banne wala tha.
Arya baithi thi Mumbai ke Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport ke entrance pe, ek bench par, phone pe apne fiancé ka call uthne ka intezaar karte hue. Uske stilettos zameen par thap-thap kar rahe the, dil ki dhadkan ke saath taal milate hue. Arya, ek Indian-American ladki, thi jo international relations padhne ke liye India aayi thi, apne roots se connect karne. Lekin ab, Covid ne sab kuch ulat-pulat kar diya. Usne toh flight bhi book kar li thi wapas Amreeka ke liye jab lockdown ka hint mila, par badkismati se, jab woh plane mein chadhne wali thi, Indian government ne sab flights band kar di—na aane ki, na jaane ki.
Arya ab akeli thi, ek ajnabi desh mein, bilkul stranded. Woh aur uski roommate dono ne apna apartment chhod diya tha, apna lease bhi khatam kar diya tha, soch ke ki dono wapas Amreeka nikal jayenge. Par uski roommate ko last minute ek flight mil gayi thi, ek din pehle book ki hui ticket par. Ideally, dono ne ek saath tickets lene chahiye the, par flights full thi, toh alag-alag book karna pada. Arya ne socha tha sab thik ho jayega, lekin yeh kya, uska plan toh bilkul flop ho gaya!
Ab, flight miss aur apartment chhoda hua, Arya bilkul clueless thi. Usne apne phone ke AirPods se chillaya jab uska fiancé finally call uthaya, "Hello? Sumit? Tu wahan hai kya?" Woh seedha baith gayi, uski awaaz mein ek urgency thi.
"Arya? Tu thik hai na? Yeh kya ho raha hai wahan? Abhi tere texts dekhe," Sumit ne jawab diya, uski awaaz mein tension saaf dikhai di.
"Main phas gayi hoon, Sumit!" Arya ne kaha, uski awaaz thodi toot rahi thi. "Lockdown ho gaya hai poore desh mein, aur main yahan atki hui hoon. Augh! Mujhe pehle flight book karni chahiye thi, dammit!"
"Arre, thanda rakh, Arya," Sumit ne usse shant karne ki koshish ki. "Hum saath mein kuch na kuch figure out kar lenge."
"Thanda rakh? Figure out? Sumit, mujhe yahan ki bhasha bhi poori tarah nahi aati, koi jaan-pehchaan nahi hai, aur rehne ke liye jagah bhi nahi hai! Thanda rakhna thodi mushkil hai jab mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha kya karoon!" Arya ne apni frustration nikali, uski awaaz mein ek bechaini thi.
Uski chilla-chilli ne airport ke bahar khade kuch ladkon ka dhyan kheench liya. Ek group tha, young desi munde, jo wahan aise hi ghoom rahe the, shayad timepass ke liye. Arya ne apni aankh ke kone se unhe dekha, lekin apne aap ko shant di e ki koshish ki, apni awaaz thodi dheemi kar li. Par un ladkon ki nazron ka interest uski anxiety ko aur badha raha tha. Ek toh yeh existential crisis, upar se yeh horny desi chhokre jo usse ghoor rahe the, jaise koi Bollywood heroine ho! Arya ke liye yeh double trouble tha—ek taraf lockdown ka jhanjhat, doosri taraf yeh roadside romeos jo uski taraf aankh maar rahe the, bol rahe the, "Arre, memsaab, ek smile toh do!"
Arya ne unhe ignore kiya, apne eco-conscious jute tote bag ko tightly pakad liya, aur phone pe focus kiya. Uski dusky skin monsoon ke humidity mein chamak rahi thi, aur uski crop top aur high-waisted palazzo pants uski curvy figure ko aur highlight kar rahe the. Woh janti thi ke woh stand out karti hai—ek Indian-American ladki, apni broken Hindi ke saath, Mumbai ke is chaotic vibe mein bilkul alag. Usne apne wavy black hair ko ek bun mein bandha hua tha, lekin kuch strands uske chehre pe aake uski expressive almond eyes ko frame kar rahe the. Yeh sab uske liye naya tha, lekin uski American confidence usse bold rakhti thi, chahe andar se woh kitni hi vulnerable kyun na feel kar rahi ho.
"Sumit, please, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha," Arya ne almost plead kiya. "Yeh log mujhe ghoor rahe hain, aur main yahan akeli hoon. I need to find a place, jaldi!"
Sumit ne usse dilasa diya, "Chill, Arya. Main bhi yahan se search kar raha hoon. We'll find something. Tu safe hai na?"
"Safe toh hoon, par yeh jagah... uff, it’s too much!" Arya ne kaha, uski awaaz mein thodi si ghabrahat. Woh chahti thi ke yeh sab ek bura sapna ho, lekin yeh thi uski reality—ek lockdown mein phasi hui ladki, Mumbai ke airport ke bahar, jahan har nazar uspe thi, aur uska future uncertain tha.
"Alone? Teri roommate, Priya, kya hua uska?" Sumit ne phone pe poocha, uski awaaz mein chinta ghul gayi. Arya ne halka sa muh banaya, thodi si jealousy ke saath.
"Woh toh lucky nikli, yaar," Arya ne kaha, apna maatha ragadte hue, ek nazar un ladkon pe daalti hui jo ab bhi use ghoor rahe the, pointing karke has rahe the. "Usne lockdown se pehle hi flight pakad li, aur main yahan phas gayi. Uff, yeh kya mess ho gaya hai, Sumit!"
"Arre, thik hai, relax kar," Sumit ne jawab diya, uski awaaz mein ek supportive vibe thi. "Ek kaam karte hain, pehle options dekhte hain. Main bhi yahan se thodi research karta hoon, kuch na kuch solution nikal ayega."
Arya ne ek lambi saans li, thodi si relief ke saath. Sumit ka yeh supportive andaaz usse hamesha pasand tha. Dono ki mulakat New Jersey mein ek Diwali event pe hui thi, jab Arya ke parents ne use zabardasti ek community potluck mein le gaye the. Sumit, ek typical Indian-American techie, craft coffee aur startup culture ka deewana, uski nerdy vibe aur sweet smile ne Arya ka dil jeet liya. Woh 6 feet ka tha, slim build, thodi si messy brown hair aur ek chilled-out vibe jo Arya ko instantly pasand aa gaya.
Arya khud 5’8” ki thi, ek aisi ladki jo elegance aur sensuality ka perfect combo thi. Uske lambe, wavy black baal, expressive almond-shaped eyes, aur dusky complexion uski Indian roots ko dikhate the. Uske full lips aur curvy figure—D-cup breasts, toned body, aur lambi taangein—uski beauty ko aur enhance karte the. Woh apni vegan lifestyle ke saath thodi eco-conscious bhi thi, hamesha jute tote bag ya minimalist jewelry ke saath dikhayi deti thi. Aaj usne ek fitted crop top aur high-waisted palazzo pants pehne the, jo Mumbai ke humid monsoon vibe mein uski curves ko aur highlight kar rahe the. Arya janti thi ke woh attractive thi, aur yeh baat uske confidence mein dikhti thi, chahe woh Mumbai ke is chaotic airport mein kitni hi lost kyun na feel kar rahi ho.
Sumit ne use pehli baar dekha tha usi Diwali event pe, aur socha tha ke yeh toh uske league se bahar hai. Par Arya ko uski kindness aur thodi si awkward nerdiness cute lagi thi. Jaldi hi dono dating karne lage, aur jab Arya ne India mein study abroad ka plan banaya, Sumit ne thodi si hesitation ke baad bhi uska full support kiya. Long-distance relationship tough tha—video calls, late-night texts, aur ek doosre ke liye thodi si tadap—par dono ne ise kaamyaab banaya. Sumit ke liye Arya ka India se wapas aana ek bada moment tha; teen mahine baad woh use finally gale lagane wala tha. Par ab yeh lockdown ka news? Yeh toh jaise dil mein teer chubh gaya! Dono ke liye yeh frustration thi—unko wapas milne ka intezaar ab aur lambi kheench gaya tha.
"Sumit, tu nahi samjhega," Arya ne almost whisper kiya, apni awaaz ko thodi dheemi rakhte hue, kyunki woh ladke ab bhi usse ghoor rahe the. "Yeh jagah... it’s too much, yaar. Main yahan akeli, bilkul lost. Aur yeh log bhi, uff, bas karo!" Usne ek baar phir un ladkon ki taraf dekha, jo ab openly has rahe the, ek ne toh cheekh kar kaha, "Memsaab, ek selfie toh banta hai!"
Arya ne apne AirPods adjust kiye, apne jute tote bag ko aur tightly pakda, aur Sumit se kaha, "Please, jaldi kuch dhoondh. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai, aur ek safe jagah chahiye." Uske dil mein ek weird sa thrill bhi tha—yeh chaos, yeh unfamiliar vibes, aur thodi si darr ke saath excitement. Mumbai ka yeh jadoo uspe chadh raha tha, chahe woh maane ya na maane.
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Lagbhag bees minute ki baat-cheet ke baad, Sumit ne Arya ko thodi shanti di. Dono ne milke uske saare options pe dhyan diya. Desh chhodna—chahe flight se, ship se, ya kisi bhi transport se—poora band tha. Lockdown ne sab kuch thapp kar diya tha. To ab next bada sawal tha: Arya kahan rahegi? Woh jo apartment usne Priya ke saath share kiya tha, woh ek traveling student ke limited budget mein ab bohot mehnga tha. Ek single bedroom apartment? Woh toh aur bhi costly tha. Hotel mein rukna? Yeh toh bilkul impractical tha—ek toh paisa khatam ho jata, doosra, Covid ke wajah se hotels bhi shayad jaldi band ho jate. Aur yeh bhi pakka tha ke housing ke rules aur strict hone wale the; jaldi se ek sasti jagah nahi mili toh mushkil aur badhegi.
Arya ke paas ek hi option bacha tha—kisi ke ghar mein ek room rent pe lena. Yeh hi uske budget mein fit tha, aur waise bhi, yeh lockdown kab tak chalega, koi idea nahi tha. Arya ne ek annoyed sa groan kiya. Dil se toh woh akeli rehna chahti thi, par yeh option toh ab bilkul possible nahi tha.
“Yeh kahan se shuru karoon, yaar?” Arya ne thodi bechaini se kaha, apne AirPods mein bolte hue. “Time bhi toh nahi hai! Shaam ho rahi hai, aur yahan raat jaldi dhal jati hai. Main toh sadak pe nahi ruk sakti akeli. Koi mujhe loot na le, ya…” usne ek nazar phir se un ladkon pe daali jo ab bhi airport ke bahar ghoom rahe the, “…kuch aur bura na ho jaye.”
Woh ladke ab bhi wahi the, kuch toh ab openly uska dhyan khichne ki koshish kar rahe the—fingers snap karke, seeti bajake, aur ek ne toh cheekha, “Arre, memsaab, idhar dekho!” Arya ne unhe ignore kiya, apne AirPods ko adjust karke pretend kiya ke usse kuch sunai nahi de raha. India mein itne din rehne ke baad woh in desi mardon ke catcalls ki aadat ho chuki thi. Kabhi-kabhi usse apni attractiveness ek curse lagti thi. Jahan bhi jati, mardon ki nazrein uspe chipak jati thi—uske dusky complexion, wavy black baal, aur curvy figure pe, jo aaj ek fitted kurti aur jeans mein aur bhi highlight ho rahe the. Yeh sab annoying aur thoda creepy tha, par usne seekh liya tha ke isse deal karna hi padta hai.
“Arre, online dekh sakte hain, no tension,” Sumit ne usse tasalli di, uski keyboard ki typing ki awaaz phone ke doosre taraf se aayi. “Main bhi search kar raha hoon yahan se. Tujhe raat hone se pehle kuch na kuch mil jayega, trust me. Tu safe rahegi.”
Arya ne ek lambi saans li, apne jute tote bag ko aur tightly pakda, aur apni almond-shaped eyes se airport ke chaotic scene ko scan kiya. Monsoon ke baarish ke chhinte ab bhi gir rahe the, aur bahar rickshaws ke horn aur chai walon ke chillane ki awaaz ek background music jaisa ban gaya tha. Uske dil mein ek weird si feeling thi—ek taraf tension, doosri taraf thodi si excitement. Mumbai ka yeh vibe usse ek ajeeb si energy de raha tha, jaise kuch bada hone wala ho. Usne apne baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha, apni kurti ke pallu ko adjust kiya, aur Sumit se kaha, “Thik hai, jaldi kuch dhoondh, Sumit. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai, aur ek safe jagah chahiye, abhi!”
“Yeh baar-baar hota hai kya?” Sumit ne jaldi se poocha, uski awaaz mein ek urgency thi. Arya ne apni naak ke bridge ko pinch kiya aur ek lambi saans li. “Police ko call karne ki zaroorat hai?”
“Arre, Sumit, yeh chhoti-moti harassment toh yahan routine hai,” Arya ne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha. “Maine tujhe kaha na, main handle kar sakti hoon. Bas ab jaldi se kuch dhoondh, warna main yahan sadak pe hi phas jaungi, aur yahan aise aur bhi log honge. Tu nahi chahega na yeh sab?” Usne thodi si guilt-trip wali baat ki, apni awaaz ko stern rakhte hue.
“Okay, okay, thik hai,” Sumit ne thodi si jhallahat ke saath kaha. Arya ko turant bura laga uska tone sunke.
“Sorry, Sumit, mera woh matlab nahi tha, love,” usne kaha, apni awaaz ko thodi naram karte hue. “Main bas stressed hoon, yeh sab itna overwhelming hai. I know tu meri chinta kar raha hai, aur main yeh appreciate karti hoon. Par yeh ladke? Inhe main sambhal lungi. Please samajh.”
Sumit ne ek saans li. “Haan, thik hai, I get it. Bas chinta ho rahi thi. Ab chhod, main jaldi se kuch dhoondhta hoon taaki tu is sadak se nikal jaye.”
“Aww, mera hero,” Arya ne thodi si hansi ke saath kaha, uske chehre pe ek chhoti si smile aa gayi, despite the chaos around her.
Dono ne apne phones pe scroll karna jari rakha, ek website se doosri pe, koi bhi sasti aur safe jagah dhoondhne ke liye. Kuch listings bohot costly thi, aur jo sasti thi, woh bilkul shady lag rahi thi—jaise koi old building mein ek creepy room ho. Par jaise hi woh search kar rahe the, door se aur catcalls aaye. “Arre, hotness! Idhar toh dekho! Ek kiss hi de do, ya thodi si jhalak dikhao!” Ek ladka apna Shirt upar uthake apna hairy chest di e laga, sochta hua ke shayad woh bhi aisa karegi. Arya ne apna haath bandh liya, par ignore karna continue kiya. Experience ne usse sikhaya tha ke aise cheapo ko jawab dena sirf aur jhanjhat bulata hai.
Par Sumit ko phone pe yeh sab sunai de raha tha, aur uska dil toot raha tha ke woh itni door hoke kuch kar nahi sakta. Usne bas Arya ke confidence pe bharosa rakha ke woh khud sambhal legi. Apni search ko aur tezi se chalaate hue, Sumit ko finally ek listing mili jo Arya ke budget mein fit thi. Shayad thodi jaldi mein usne yeh select kiya, kyunki uska bas ek hi mission tha—Arya ko jaldi se in ladkon ke nazron se door karna.
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“Arre, Arya! Lagta hai mujhe ek mast jagah mil gayi tujhe rehne ke liye!” Sumit ne phone pe jaldi se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek excitement thi.
“Yeh koi tooti-footi building toh nahi na, kisi shady mohalle mein?” Arya ne ek bhaari saans lete hue kaha. Yeh poora drama uske nerves pe chadh raha tha. Bas ab yahan se nikalna tha, aur jaldi se!
“Haan bhi, aur nahi bhi,” Sumit ne jawab diya. Arya ka chehra ekdum blank ho gaya. “Dekh, jo tera budget hai, usme yeh luxury toh nahi hai, par jo bhi humne ab tak dekha, usse kahi behtar hai. Yahan likha hai room kaafi spacious hai. Bijli hai, shower bhi hai, aur guess kya? Wifi bhi hai! To, whoop whoop!” Sumit ne thodi si masti ke saath kaha. Arya ne halka sa has diya. “Yeh Sumit bhi na, bilkul geek hai,” usne socha.
“Yeh link bhejta hoon, dekh le,” Sumit ne kaha.
Arya ko link mila, aur usne turant khola. Screen pe apartment ki kuch tasveerein thi. Usne ek bhaaw uthayi, thodi si caution ke saath, kyunki yeh jagah thodi purani aur thodi si jhakkas nahi lagi. Par doosri listings ke muqable, jahan aksar bas ek gadda ek multi-purpose room mein pada hota tha, bina kisi privacy ke, yeh wali jagah kahi behtar thi. Apartment thoda chhota tha, par kitchen tha, ek chhota sa living room, ek bathroom, aur do bedrooms. Doosre rented rooms ke comparison mein, yeh room kaafi bada laga—ek comfortable charpoy, ek desk jahan woh kaam kar sakti thi, aur sabse achhi baat, ek proper darwaza jo privacy deta tha. Kuch jagah toh bas ek hi room thi, jahan kitchen, living area, aur bedroom ke beech koi deewar hi nahi hoti.
“Hmm… yeh toh itna bura nahi hai,” Arya ne dheere se kaha, phone pe aur details scroll karte hue. Jo info mili, usme koi shady vibe nahi thi. Bijli aur paani ke liye alag se payment nahi tha—sab ek hi monthly rent mein included tha. Pehla mahina ka rent advance mein dena tha, jo standard tha, aur baki sab kuch clean lag raha tha, koi suspicious conditions nahi.
Tasveerein ek baar phir dekhi, toh bas do hi shikayatein thi—jagah thodi purani lagi, aur thodi cramped bhi. Par yeh toh uske last ke modern apartment ke muqable mein tha, jahan woh aur Priya rehti thi. Phir bhi, yeh jagah rehne layak toh thi, aur uske liye abhi ke liye yahi kaafi tha.
“Thik hai, Sumit, yeh wali hi final karte hain,” Arya ne confidently kaha. “Ab iske liye kya karna hoga?”
“Yahan likha hai ke tujhe page pe diya hua number call karna hoga,” Sumit ne bataya.
“Cash mein pay karna hai ya…?”
“Haan, cash preferred hai, par agar chahiye toh wire bhi kar sakti hai.”
“Hmm, theek hai, yeh toh bura nahi hai,” Arya ne kaha, thodi relief ke saath. “Main abhi call karti hoon. Jaldi se yahan se nikalna hai, yeh ladke sach mein meri jaan kha rahe hain. Wish me luck, Sumit!”
“Arre, best of luck, yaar! Jaldi update bhejna, aur agar koi issue ho toh mujhe call karna. Safe rehna. Love you, bye,” Sumit ne khushi se kaha.
“Thik hai, bye-bye. Mwah!” Arya ne phone pe kaha aur call cut kiya. “Thank god for Sumit,” usne dil mein socha. “Pata nahi main iske bina kya karti.” Usne apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, apne wavy baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha, aur number dial karne lagi, apne jute tote bag ko tightly pakde hue. Bahar, monsoon ke chhinte ab bhi gir rahe the, aur un ladkon ki awaazein—“Arre, memsaab, ek smile toh banta hai!”—ab bhi background mein goonj rahi thi. Par ab Arya ke dil mein ek chhoti si ummeed jagi thi—ek naya shuruaat, ek naya adventure.
Apartment ka maalik ka naam tha ‘Sajid ’. Arya ne apna sir thoda sa jhukaya, thodi si hichkichahat ke saath. Dil se toh woh kisi aurat se room rent karna chahti thi, par ab koi choice nahi bacha tha. Sasta aur safe—yeh hi uska mission tha, toh pickiness ka koi sawaal hi nahi utha.
Usne phone pe number dial kiya, aur dil dhadakte hue call connect hone ka wait kiya. Jab phone ring kar raha tha, Arya ne apne aas-paas ka scene scan kiya. Woh ekdum alag dikhti thi—apni dusky skin, wavy black baalon, aur crop top-palazzo pants ke modern desi look ke saath. Mumbai ke is chaotic vibe mein, woh bilkul ek firangi memsaab lag rahi thi, chahe uske parents India se hi kyun na ho. Woh ladkon ka group, jo ab bhi usse ghoor raha tha, uski paranoia ko aur badha raha tha. Unki aankhon mein ek sasta sa mazaak tha, aur Arya ko yeh sab se jaldi nikalna tha.
Finally, phone utha aur ek bhaari, desi awaaz aayi, “Hello?” Arya ek second ke liye chup ho gayi, samajh nahi aaya kya bole. “Hello??” usne dobara kaha, thodi si jhallahat ke saath.
“Hi, uh, namaste!” Arya ne jaldi se kaha, apni broken Hindi mein.
“Hmm? Kaun hai yeh? Yeh number kyun dial kiya?” awaaz thodi annoyed lagi.
“Oh, sorry, main disturb nahi karna chahti thi,” Arya ne jaldi se explain kiya, “Par main aapke online post kiye hue room ke bare mein baat karna chahti hoon.” Doosre taraf se ek chhoti si khamoshi chhai.
“Achha! To room mein interest hai, haan? Bahut badhiya!” us aadmi ne suddenly excited hokar kaha, uski awaaz thodi rough aur aged thi. “Kitni jaldi aa sakti ho yahan dekhne ke liye?”
“Jitni jaldi ho sake,” Arya ne jawab diya. “Jaise, aaj hi, raat hone se pehle.”
“Thik hai, thik hai! Aaj chalega. Main abhi bazaar se wapas aa raha hoon, thodi der mein pahunch jaunga. To abhi nikal pad, okay?” usne kaha. Arya thodi shocked thi ke baatein itni jaldi move kar rahi thi.
“Ruko, ek second, payment ka kuch discuss karna hai kya?” usne poocha.
“Arre, woh sab baad mein face-to-face baat kar lenge, theek hai na?” usne casually kaha. Arya ne ek saans li aur apne aap ko nod kiya.
“Okay… toh main wahan milti hoon,” usne kaha.
“Bas page pe diya hua address follow karo. Milte hain, bye!” Sajid ne jaldi se call cut kiya. Uski bhaari awaaz aur thick desi accent thoda mushkil tha samajhne mein, par at least woh English bol raha tha.
Arya ne page pe address check kiya aur bench se uth khadi hui, ek taxi ke liye haath dikhaya. Par jaise hi woh uthi, woh ladkon ka group phir chillane laga. “Arre, memsaab, kahan chali? Thodi der aur ruko na, humein bhi toh tera mast figure dekhne de!” Ek ne toh apna kurta upar kiya aur apna hairy chest dikhaya, has has ke.
Arya ne sir jhatak ke unhe ignore kiya, par uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Bas ab yahan se nikalna tha. Taxi ke liye wait karte hue, usne apne jute tote bag ko tightly pakda, apni crop top ko adjust kiya, aur apne wavy baalon ko ek quick bun mein bandha. Finally, ek yellow-black taxi uske paas ruki. Usne apna chhota sa suitcase trunk mein daala aur jaldi se car mein ghus gayi.
“Jaldi se chal, memsaab, ek smile toh de do!” ek ladka chillaya, last minute mein ek aur sasta comment maarte hue. “Arre, nahi jao, humein bhi toh thodi jhalak chahiye!” Arya ki aankhein gusse se badi ho gayi—yeh log itne gande the, bilkul besharam! Dil se toh woh in sabko sabak si a chahti thi.
“In gande jaanwaron ko kabhi nahi dekhungi,” Arya ne apne mann mein socha, ek aakhri baar un ladkon ki taraf dekha aur taxi ka darwaza zor se band kiya. Taxi ne speed pakdi, aur woh Mumbai ke chaotic sadkon pe nikal padi, ek naye adventure ki taraf, dil mein ek ajeeb si thrill aur darr ka mix lekar.
“Namaste, memsaab, kahan jana hai?” taxi driver ne apne desi accent mein poocha, ek thodi si muskurahat ke saath.
“Uh, yahan le chalo,” Arya ne ek thaki hui saans lete hue kaha, apna phone uthakar Sajid ke apartment ka address dikhaya. Driver ne sar hilaya aur taxi airport ke us chaotic scene se nikal padi, jahan woh saste ladke abhi bhi chilla rahe the.
Arya ne apni taangein cross ki, apna phone uthaya, aur Sumit ko ek quick text bheja: “Taxi mein hoon, safe hoon. Update karti hoon.” Phone neeche rakhte hue, usne ek lambi saans chhodi aur khidki se bahar dekha. Dil se ek bhaari bojh utar gaya tha. Woh aur kitna bardasht karti? Ek minute aur wahan, aur shayad woh chillati ya apna cool kho deti. Par ab yeh sab peechhe chhoot gaya tha. Ispe sochne ka koi fayda nahi tha.
Taxi Mumbai ki sadkon pe aage badhi, aur Arya khidki se is bustling city ko dekhti rahi. Yeh jagah itni crowded thi, hamesha ek alag hi energy ke saath. Bachche galiyon mein khel rahe the, chhoti-chhoti food stalls pe garma-garam vada pav aur chai ke stall, har mod pe chhote-chhote shops. Ek do gaayein bhi sadak pe ghoom rahi thi, aur yahan-wahan potted Tulsi plants bhi dikhe. Par police bhi ab sadkon pe dikh rahi thi, lockdown ke rules enforce karne ke liye.
“Yeh sab toh aur bura hone wala hai…” Arya ne apne mann mein socha, thodi si chinta ke saath.
Khidki se nazar hata ke, usne taxi ke aage dekha. Driver chup tha, koi chhoti-moti baat nahi kar raha tha, par Arya ne notice kiya ke woh rearview mirror mein baar-baar uski taraf dekh raha tha. Jaise hi uski nazar driver ki aankhon se mili, usne jaldi se road pe focus kiya. Arya ne ek bhaaw uthayi. “Yeh kya, ab yeh bhi mujhe ghoor raha hai?” usne annoyingly socha. Ek thandi si shiver uski spine mein daudi—ek aur aadmi usse aise dekh raha tha, jaise woh koi Bollywood heroine ho. Par ab usmein energy nahi bachi thi yeh sab care karne ki. Usne bas apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, apne wavy black baalon ko ek baar phir bun mein bandha, aur khidki ke bahar dekhte hue apne aap ko distract kiya.
Taxi ke horn aur Mumbai ke sadkon ka shor uske kano mein goonj raha tha, par uske dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling thi—ek naya shuruaat, ek unknown adventure, aur thodi si darr ke saath ek sizzling thrill jo usse bol raha tha ke yeh lockdown uski life ko ek unexpected twist dene wala tha.
Taxi jab apni manzil pe pahunchi, Arya ne driver ko paise diye aur car se utar gayi, ek thodi si busy sadak pe, jahan purani, thodi udas dikhti buildings ek line mein khadi thi. Apna chhota sa suitcase trunk se nikal ke, usne use sidewalk pe rakha. Wahan khadi hokar, usne apne aage wale urban apartment complex ko gaur se dekha. Usne koi five-star wala setup toh expect nahi kiya tha, par yeh jagah toh usse Amreeka ke old housing colonies jaisi lagi. Chahe yeh kitna hi uncomfortable kyun na ho, ab uske paas koi aur option nahi tha.
Building ke entrance ki taraf badhte hue, Arya ne notice kiya ke doosre residents usse curiously ghoor rahe the, jaise woh koi alien ho. Unki nazron se thodi si ghabrahat hui, par usne bas ek awkward si smile di aur building ke andar chali gayi. “Chauthi manzil…” usne dheere se kaha, apne aap ko yaad dilate hue ke uska room kahan hai. Pas hi ek lift dikhi, par uspe laga ek sign dekh ke usne ek annoyed sa moan kiya. Sign Hindi mein tha, aur uski broken Hindi se usse kuch samajh nahi aaya, par shayad yeh lift kharaab hone ka ishara tha.
“Toh, seedhiyan hi sahi,” Arya ne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha. Apna bhaari suitcase uthakar, woh dheere-dheere dimly lit seedhiyon pe chadhne lagi. Narrow aur creaky steps pe chadhte hue, usse ek strong si smell aayi—purani deewaron ki mustiness aur thodi si decay ki. Yeh sab uski unease ko aur badha raha tha. Par thodi mehnat ke baad, woh finally chauthi manzil pe pahunch gayi.
Pasina pochhte hue, Arya ne apne ghutno pe haath rakhe aur saans lene ke liye jhuk gayi. Apni crop top ke collar ko pakad ke, usne apne aap ko hawa di. “Uff, yeh garmi toh maar dalegi,” usne thaki hui awaaz mein kaha. Mumbai ki monsoon wali humidity aur searing heat ne uske dusky skin ko chipchipa kar diya tha. Uske wavy black baal bhi thodi si laton mein chipak gaye the, aur uski almond-shaped eyes thakaan se chhoti ho gayi thi. Thank god is jagah mein shower tha—use settle hote hi ek thanda nahaana tha.
Jab saans thodi normal hui, Arya ne apna phone check kiya. “Room 437,” usne confirm kiya. Sumit ka koi naya message nahi aaya tha, toh usne phone wapas pocket mein daala aur apna suitcase uthaya. Balcony walkway pe chalte hue, woh har darwaze ka number carefully check karti gayi, jab tak usse room 437 nahi mil gaya. Rukte hue, usne ek lambi saans li, apne jute tote bag ko adjust kiya, aur apne aap ko tayyar kiya. Yeh naya shuruaat tha, aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb si thrill jag rahi thi—ek mix of nervousness aur excitement, jaise koi Bollywood movie ka spicy scene shuru hone wala ho.
Apna saman neeche rakhte hue, Arya room 437 ke darwaze ke saamne khadi hui, ek lambi saans li aur apne aap ko sambhala. Yeh naya ghar—temporary hi sahi—uske liye ek unknown adventure tha, aur kitne din tak, yeh toh bhagwan hi jaane. Sumit, jo duniya ke doosre kone pe tha, aur yeh naya landlord, Sajid , jiske bare mein use kuch bhi nahi pata—usne socha, “Yeh aadmi kaisa hoga? Kya vibe hogi uski?” Woh landlord toh nahi tha poori building ka, par uske room ka rent usi ko dena tha, aur ek tarah se woh uska housemate bhi tha, kyunki dono ek hi flat mein rehne wale the. “Housemate? Ya roommate? Chhodo, kya farak padta hai,” Arya ne apne aap ko chidhate hue socha. Asli baat thi yeh jaanna ke yeh Sajid kaisa insaan hai.
Aur intezaar nahi kar sakti thi. Usne apni muththi bandh ki aur darwaze pe dhire se knock kiya. Turant hi andar se kuch khadbadahat ki awaaz aayi, phir kadmon ki—jaise koi jooton ko ghasit raha ho. Insulation shayad khas nahi thi, kyunki har awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Lock khula, darwaza khula, aur Arya ki expressive almond-shaped eyes badi ho gayi jab usne apne naye landlord-cum-housemate ko dekha.
Sajid ek budha aadmi tha, shayad late fifties ya early sixties mein. Uski skin ekdum dark thi, uske sar pe baal kam the, graying aur receding hairline ke saath. Uski daadi mein safed jhurriyan thi, aur chehra thoda wrinkled, par ek ajeeb si charm ke saath. Arya ne jab uske jism ko dekha, toh uska dil thoda sa doob gaya—lean frame, thodi si toond nikli hui, ek purana banyan pehna hua jo thoda stained tha, aur height mein woh Arya se chhota tha, uski aankhein Arya ke thodi ke paas. Uska jism kaafi hairy tha—banyan ke neck se curly gray chest hair jhank rahe the, aur uski baahon pe bhi purane baal dikhe.
“Arre, yeh kaisa aadmi hai?” Arya ne apne dil mein chillaya. “Iske saath rehna hai?!” Aaj ka din toh mardon ke mamle mein ekdum kharab tha—pehle airport ke woh saste ladke, aur ab yeh! Par uski umar dekh ke thodi si rahat mili—kam se kam yeh harmless lagta tha, jaise koi old desi uncle.
Uski yeh scrutiny ek zor ki awaaz ne toodi. “Arre, tum hi woh hogi jo mera extra room rent pe lena chahti hai, sahi hai na?” Sajid ne khushi se kaha, uska thick Mumbaiya accent aur bhaari awaaz ekdum bold thi.
“Uh, haan… Aap hi Sajid ji honge,” Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath kaha, apni crop top ko adjust karte hue. “Milke khushi hui.”
“Haan, bilkul! Par bas Sajid bol do, ji-viji ki kya zaroorat!” usne ek badi si smile ke saath kaha, aur phir uski dark aankhon ne Arya ko upar se neeche tak scan kiya. Woh ekdum openly uske dusky skin, wavy baalon, aur curvy figure ko dekh raha tha, jo uski palazzo pants aur crop top mein saaf dikh raha tha. Arya ka dimaag itna tezi se daud raha tha ke usne yeh notice nahi kiya. Uska focus bas is baat pe tha ke is aadmi ke saath rehna hai! Par chahe woh kitna hi unattractive kyun na lage, kam se kam friendly toh tha.
“Uh, nahi, main bas Sajid ji hi bolungi abhi ke liye,” Arya ne thodi firmness ke saath kaha, par apni awaaz ko thoda light rakha taaki rude na lage. “Abhi toh hum pehli baar mile hain.”
Sajid ne sar hilaya, ek understanding wali smile ke saath. “Arre, koi baat nahi, jo tujhe comfortable lage. Par ek baat batao, itni sundar ladki ka naam kya hai?” usne ek thodi si flirty smile ke saath poocha. Arya ki aankhein thodi badi hui—yeh flirt kar raha tha ya bas nice ban raha tha? India mein itne din rehne ke baad, usse pata tha ke log yahan kaafi hospitable hote hain, par woh airport ke ladkon ka scene bhi toh bhool nahi sakti thi. Abhi ke liye, usne assume kiya ke yeh bas friendly hai.
“Mera naam… uh, Arya. Arya . Milke khushi hui,” usne thodi si tension ke saath jawab diya. Sajid ne ek badi si welcoming smile di aur apna wrinkled haath aage badhaya handshake ke liye.
“Achha, Arya! Bahut badhiya. Main tujhe Arya hi bolun, thik hai na?” usne kaha. Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath uska haath pakda, politeness ke khatir.
“Haan, thik hai,” usne thodi si resignation ke saath kaha.
Jab unke haath mile, Arya ko ek jhatka sa laga—Sajid ka haath rough aur sweaty tha, ekdum uski meaty dhaba wali vibe se match karta hua. Handshake thoda lamba chala, aur Arya ko thodi si discomfort hui, par jaldi hi usne apna haath chhuda liya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si spark thi, aur Arya ke dil mein ek sizzling thrill jagi—yeh naya chapter tha, aur shayad isme kuch unexpected twists hone wale the.
Jab Sajid apne room se wapas aaya, Arya ne chupke se uski shakal ko aur gaur se dekha, jo ab bhi utna hi unattractive laga. Usne wahi purana, stained white banyan aur pyjama pehna hua tha, saath mein ek sasti si chappal jo uske dusty pairon pe thi. Arya ke dil mein ek thodi si ghabrahat thi, par usne apne aap ko sambhala, apni crop top aur palazzo pants ko adjust kiya, aur apne wavy baalon ko ek quick touch diya.
Sajid ne kitchen se ek metal ka teapot uthaya aur do ceramic cups ke saath Arya ke paas aaya. Ek chhote se wooden coffee table pe cups rakhte hue, usne dhire se garma-garam chai daali. “Kam se kam yeh thoda polite toh hai,” Arya ne socha, thodi si relief ke saath.
Ek cup uthakar, Sajid ne bade adab se Arya ko diya. “Shukriya,” Arya ne softly kaha, ek polite smile ke saath.
“Arre, koi baat nahi,” Sajid ne jawab diya, aur apni cup uthakar uske bagal mein sofa pe baith gaya—thoda zyada hi paas. Arya ki aankhein badi ho gayi jab sofa ka cushion uske wazan se dab gaya, aur uska jism thoda sa Sajid ki taraf tilt ho gaya. Uska hairy arm uske nange baazu se touch hua, aur Arya ke jism mein ek shiver daud gaya.
Jaldi se thodi door khisak ke, usne chai ka ek chhota sip liya, apni nervousness chhupate hue. “Toh! Tum Amreeki ho, sahi hai na?” Sajid ne ek bhaari awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne ek bhaaw uthayi.
“Haan, hoon. Kyun? Itna obvious hai kya?” usne jawab diya, thodi si curiosity ke saath. Sajid ne zor se hasa, apna sar idhar-udhar hilate hue.
“Haha! Sorry, par haan, bilkul obvious hai. Tera style, kapde, aur yeh look—sab kuch bolta hai,” usne masti bhari awaaz mein kaha, apni chai ka sip lete hue. Arya ne aankhein ghumayi, par ek chhoti si smile chhupa nahi saki. “Aur tera accent bhi toh ekdum desi nahi hai!”
“Hmm, samajh gayi,” usne dheere se kaha, aur chai peeti rahi.
Sajid ne apni cup table pe rakhi aur sofa ke backrest pe apna haath faila diya, jo thoda sa Arya ke kandhon ke paas touch kar raha tha. Arya ke jism mein goosebumps ubhar aaye. “Yeh thoda zyada hi comfortable ho raha hai kya?” usne apne dil mein socha, thodi si irritation ke saath.
“Toh, ek sundar Amreeki ladki jaise tum mere yahan room rent karne kyun aayi?” Sajid ne poocha, ek thodi si flirty smile ke saath. Arya ne uski taraf ek quick side glance diya. Phir se uski tareef? Par kam se kam usne ‘sundar’ kaha, koi sasta word nahi. Yeh toh usse thoda bardasht karna padega.
“Main yahan study abroad ke liye aayi thi,” Arya ne explain kiya. “Wapas Amreeka jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne mujhe yahin phasa diya. Sadak pe nahi rehna tha, toh maine tumhara online post dekha aur yahan aa gayi.”
“Achha, yeh lockdown toh bura hai,” Sajid ne kaha, thodi si sympathy dikhate hue. “Par achha kiya tune meri jagah chuni! Yeh meri liye bhi help hai, aur agar mujhe is lockdown mein yahan flat mein band rehna hai, toh ek aisi sundar ladki ke saath rehna toh banta hai, haina?” usne ek thodi si naughty hasi ke saath kaha.
Arya ne usse ek cautious look diya. Ab yeh openly flirt kar raha tha! “Arre, yeh toh bilkul uncle-level pervert nikla,” usne apne mann mein socha. Par uski yeh hospitality aur masti bhari awaaz ne usse confuse bhi kiya—yeh mazak kar raha tha ya serious?
“Arre, aise mat dekho, main toh bas mazaak kar raha hoon!” Sajid ne haske kaha, aur apna pura haath Arya ke kandhon pe rakh diya, usse thoda playfully hila diya. Arya ka dil doob gaya—yeh kya tha? Pehle flirt, ab yeh haath? Yeh aadmi apne aap ko kya samajhta hai? Par uski yeh desi uncle wali vibe, jo ekdum friendly aur thodi over-the-top thi, ne usse thodi si confusion mein daal diya. Kya yeh sach mein mazaak tha? Abhi ke liye, usne yeh chhod diya, par uske dil mein ek sizzling sa thrill jag raha tha—yeh lockdown shayad uski life mein ek spicy twist laane wala tha.
Agla adha ghanta dono ek doosre ko jaan-ne mein bitaya. Arya ko pata chala ke Sajid ke paas pas hi ek chhota sa bazaar tha, aur kuch e ke thele bhi, jahan se uski rozi roti chalti thi. Arya ne thodi hichkichahat ke saath apne India ke experience bataye, par is sab ke beech Sajid ka haath uske kandhe pe hi raha. Usse laga jaise woh dhire-dhire use apni taraf kheench raha tha, ek subtle si closeness banate hue. Arya ka jism ekdum tense ho gaya—yeh aadmi kitna touchy tha! Uske paas toh ek fiancé tha, yaar! Aaj ke din mardon ne usse itna tang kar diya tha ke uska patience khatam ho raha tha.
Jab Arya aage jhuki apni chai ki cup table pe rakhne ke liye, usne mehsoos kiya ke Sajid ka haath uske kandhe se sarakta hua, uski kamar ki taraf ja raha tha, uske palazzo pants ke fabric ko thoda sa touch karte hue. Arya ekdum se sofa se uth khadi hui, uska dil zor se dhadka. “Uh, kya main apna room dekh sakti hoon?” usne jaldi se poocha, apne aur is budhe aadmi ke beech thodi si doori banane ki koshish mein. Sajid ne apna balding sar thoda jhukaya, ek chhoti si disappointment uske chehre pe dikhayi di.
“Arre, bilkul! Jao, dekh lo,” usne khushi se kaha, apni bhaari awaaz mein. “Main hum dono ke liye dinner ready karta hoon. Tu toh aaj ke din se thak gayi hogi na? Aur haan, bathroom hall ke end mein hai, shower bhi le lena.” Usne cups aur teapot uthaye, ek warm si smile ke saath.
Arya ka pet uske lafzon ke jawab mein gurra utha, aur ek thanda shower ka idea bhi kaafi tempting laga. Mumbai ki garmi aur us staircase ke chadhayi ne uske dusky skin ko chipchipa kar diya tha, uski teal crop top ab uske jism se chipak rahi thi, uske curves ko aur highlight karte hue.
Room mein ghus ke, Arya ne darwaza band kiya, par jab usne lock karne ki koshish ki, toh usse irritation hui—koi lock nahi tha! Sar hila ke, usne room ko scan kiya. Online tasveeron jaisa hi tha: charpoy ka foot uske saamne diwaar ke saath tha, right side pe ek chhota sa desk, aur uske bagal mein ek almirah. Bed ke head ke paas ek khidki thi, jo balcony walkway ki taraf khulti thi. Arya ko yeh thoda weird laga—koi usse sote hue dekh sakta tha. Par khushi se, ek curtain tha, aur ek chhoti si AC unit bhi ceiling pe lagi hui thi, jo uske liye ek badi relief thi.
Arya ne jaldi se room mein AC ka remote dhoondha, jo desk pe pada tha, aur usse full blast pe chala diya. “Aahhh,” usne ek lambi saans ke saath kaha, jab thandi hawa ne uske sweaty jism ko chhua. Apna charger suitcase se nikal ke, usne desk ke paas ek plug dekha aur phone charge pe laga diya. Sumit ko ek quick message bhejna tha ke yahan sab thik chal raha hai. Charpoy pe baith ke, usne apni hips ko mattress pe thoda wiggle kiya, checking its feel. Yeh patla aur thoda lumpy tha, par itna bura bhi nahi. Usne luxury toh expect nahi kiya tha.
Bed pe let ke, Arya ne ceiling ki taraf dekha, apne wavy baalon ko khol ke charpoy pe faila diya. Sajid ke compliments aur touchy behavior ka khayal uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh flirt kar raha tha, yeh toh pakka tha, par uski yeh desi uncle wali hospitality ne usse confuse kar diya. Kya yeh bas cultural tha? Kya India ke kuch budhe mard aise hi thodi zyada touchy-feely hote hain? Ya woh sach mein uspe line maar raha tha? Uska dil ekdum circles mein ghoom raha tha. Kya usse Sajid ke actions se alert hona chahiye? Kya woh settle hone ke baad aur kuch try karega? Shayad woh bas airport ke un saste ladkon ke experience se overreact kar rahi thi.
“Uff…” Arya ne ek bhaari saans ke saath apne chehre pe haath phera. Abhi ke liye, usne decide kiya ke Sajid se thodi doori rakhni hai, jab tak usse uski asli intentions ka pata na chal jaye. Par dil se, usne usse benefit of doubt dene ka socha—shayad woh bas ek over-friendly desi uncle tha. Lekin uske dil ke ek kone mein, ek sizzling sa thrill jag raha tha—yeh lockdown, yeh strange housemate, aur Mumbai ka yeh raw vibe uski life mein ek spicy, sensual twist laane wala tha, aur uska jism is naye adventure ke liye ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos kar raha tha.
Apne kapde jism se chipakte hue mehsoos kar, Arya ne decide kiya ke Sajid ke shower wale offer ko accept kar hi leti hai. Apni teal crop top aur palazzo pants utaar ke charpoy pe rakhi, usne apna suitcase khola aur ek towel, chappal, aur toiletry bag nikali. Towel ko apne curvy jism pe tightly lapet ke, usne darwaza thoda sa khola aur bahar jhanka. Sajid kitchen mein kuch khadkhada raha tha, par thankfully, chhota sa hallway bathroom tak jata tha, aur kitchen ka view usse chhupa hua tha. Arya ko yeh acha laga—abhi woh apne is half-naked state mein uske saamne nahi aana chahti thi.
Darwaza band karke, woh jaldi se hallway ke end tak daudi, apne wavy baalon ko ek loose bun mein bandhte hue. Bathroom mein ghus ke, usne dekha ke ek flickering lightbulb ceiling pe jhilmila raha tha, jo thoda creepy vibe de raha tha. Par khushi ki baat yeh thi ke is darwaze pe ek lock tha. Arya ne dhire se ghoom ke bathroom ko scan kiya. Yeh bada toh nahi tha, par kaam chalau tha—ek toilet, sink, aur ek purana sa mirror. Shower enclosure blue ceramic mosaic tiles ka bana tha, ekdum vintage vibe wala, jaise koi old desi ghar ka bathroom jo kabhi renovate nahi hua.
Apna toiletry bag neeche rakhte hue, Arya ne shower ke sliding door ko dekha, jo blurred glass ka tha. Jab usne use kholne ki koshish ki, toh ek chirkne wali awaaz ne usse thodi si siharn de di. Upar dekha toh ek showerhead laga tha, par uska dhyan ek bade se balti pe gaya, jo lagbhag uski kamar tak thi, paani se bhari hui, aur usme ek handle wala mug tair raha tha.
Arya ne curious bhaaw uthayi, par phir kandhe jhatke. Towel utaar ke, chappal nikal ke, usne towel ko pas ke rack pe rakha aur shower mein kadam rakha, uski dusky skin monsoon ki humidity se abhi bhi thodi chipchipi thi. Lever ghumaya, par uski frustration badh gayi jab showerhead se ek boond bhi nahi nikli.
“Yeh kya bakwas hai?” usne dheere se kaha, apni naak ke bridge ko pinch karte hue. Lever ko idhar-udhar ghuma ke, usne finally samajh liya ke showerhead kharab tha. Ek bhaari saans le ke, usne balti aur mug ka matlab samajh liya.
“Ise kehte hain shower?” usne apne aap se gusse mein kaha, par thodi si hasi bhi chhupa nahi payi. “Chalo, jo hai so hai…” Toiletry bag se shampoo aur body wash nikal ke, usne sliding door band kiya aur kaam chala liya. Balti ke thande paani ko mug se apne jism pe dhalte hue, usne apne wavy baalon ko khola, paani uske curves pe beh raha tha, ek ajeeb si sensual relief dete hue. Mumbai ki garmi aur us din ke stress ke baad, yeh thanda paani uske liye ek chhota sa luxury tha. Par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein, Sajid ki woh touchy vibe aur flirty smile abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi, uske jism mein ek sizzle sa jagate hue—yeh lockdown uski life mein ek nayi, thodi naughty kahani shuru kar raha tha.
Kitchen mein a banate hue, Sajid ke dil mein ek ajeeb si khushi thi. Uska naya housemate ek jawan, sundar Amreeki ladki thi—aur kya chahiye? Jab usne pehli baar uski awaaz phone pe suni, tabhi usse laga tha ke yeh koi mast item hogi. Aur ab, jab usne usse flesh mein dekha, toh uska dil bol raha tha ke woh duniya ka sabse lucky aadmi hai! Lockdown ka khayal usse pehle toh darr laga tha—akela flat mein band rehna? Par ab, is sundar ladki ke saath, uska mann ekdum khil gaya. Uski dusky skin, wavy black baal, lambi taangein, aur woh curvy jism—sab kuch uske dil mein ek sizzling spark jaga raha tha, aur uske pyjama ke neeche thodi si bechaini bhi.
a tayaar karne ke baad, Sajid ne do thaliyon mein a parosa—garma-garam dal, roti, aur ek spicy chicken curry—aur kitchen table pe rakha. Usne socha ke pehle uske room tak jata hai, par usse pehle check kiya ke woh bathroom mein toh nahi. Woh wahan nahi thi. Jaise hi woh uske darwaze ke paas knock karne wala tha, darwaza khula aur woh sundar ladki saamne aayi. Sajid ki aankhein badi ho gayi—usne ek casual cotton shorts aur tight tank top pehna tha, jo uske curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha, aur ek towel se apne baal sukha rahi thi.
“Oh! Uh, kya baat hai, Sajid ji?” usne poocha, apne baalon ko towel se ragadte hue. Sajid ne apni nazrein uske thodi si dikhayi deti cleavage se hatane ki koshish ki, par dil mein ek thrill sa daud gaya.
Usne apne pyjama mein thodi si adjustment ki, apni excitement chhupate hue. “ a tayaar hai. Bhookh lagi hai?” usne ek naughty si smile ke saath kaha. Usne haath ishara kiya kitchen ki taraf, aur woh uske peeche chali. Sajid ki nazrein uske supple hips pe chali gayi, jo shorts mein ekdum tempting lag rahe the. Uske mann mein ek hi khayal tha—kisi tarah in curves ko thoda aur explore karna hai.
Dono kitchen mein table pe baith gaye. “Arre, Sajid ji, yeh toh kamaal lag raha hai,” usne thali mein e ko dekh ke kaha, thodi impressed. Sajid ka seena thoda sa phool gaya—ek aurat ko apne cooking se impress karna toh ek mard ke liye pehla step hota hai.
“Arre, yeh toh kuch bhi nahi,” usne casually kaha, par andar se khushi se fula nahi sama raha. “Yeh meri family ka old recipe hai. Ab chalo, khao! Tujhe toh bhookh lagi hogi.”
Usne Sajid ki taraf dekha, ek chhoti si thankful smile ke saath. Sajid uski sundar aankhon aur smile mein kho gaya. Jab woh a shuru karne wali thi, usne ruk ke kaha, “Ek minute, Sajid ji, kya hum rent aur house rules ke bare mein baat nahi karenge?”
Sajid ne sar hilaya, ek playful smile ke saath. “Arre, woh boring baatein baad mein kar lenge. Abhi toh bas yeh a enjoy karo, aur thodi si aur baat karte hain. Tujhe aur jaan-ne ka mann hai. Kaisa lagega?” Usne thodi skeptical si nazar se usse dekha, par uski genuine smile dekh ke ek chhoti si smirk di aur sar hilaya.
a khate hue, dono ne kaafi baatein ki—usne bataya ke woh kahan se hai, uske life goals kya hain, aur India mein uske experiences. Sajid uski charming smile aur bubbly personality mein doob gaya. Pehle toh woh thodi tense thi, par jaise-jaise baatein badhi, woh thodi relaxed hoti gayi. Sajid ne apne sare desi uncle wale tricks nikale—thodi masti, thodi hansi, aur thoda sa charm. Uske jokes pe uski hansi sunke, Sajid ka confidence aur badh gaya.
Arya ka Sajid ke bare mein shuru ka shak dheere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Yeh patla sa budha aadmi kaafi charismatic aur funny nikla. Yeh ek cliché tha, par looks sach mein deceiving ho sakte hain. Jaise-jaise baatein hoti rahi, usse Sajid apne nana ji ki yaad dilane laga, jinse woh bohot close thi. Sajid ki yeh warm vibe ne usse thoda comfortable kar diya—shayad yeh flat share karna itna bura nahi hoga. Par uske dil ke ek kone mein, ek sensual sa thrill abhi bhi tha—Sajid ki woh flirty nazrein, uska touchy behavior, aur yeh lockdown ka intimate vibe. Yeh sab ek spicy kahani ka shuruaat lag raha tha, aur uska jism is naye adventure ke liye ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos kar raha tha.
“Arre, yeh toh kamaal ki baat hai, Sajid ji. Aisi cheezein Amreeka mein nahi hoti,” Arya ne paani ka sip lete hue kaha, ek chhoti si smile ke saath. Par jaise hi woh kuch aur bolne wali thi, uska phone pocket mein vibrate hua. Sajid ne curious bhaaw uthayi, thodi si irritation ke saath, kyunki unki mazedar baat mein yeh interruption aa gaya.
“Kya hua?” usne poocha. Arya ne phone screen check kiya aur jaldi se uth khadi hui.
“Oh, sorry, Sajid ji. Ek minute, yeh call lena hai. Mera fiancé hai, use bolna hai main thik hoon,” usne thodi jaldi mein kaha. Sajid ne aankhein sikodi. Usse laga tha yeh ladki single hogi—par itni sundar ladki ke liye yeh soch toh thodi si overconfidence thi. Thoda disappointed hua, par uska dil abhi bhi nahi maana—isse toh thodi si koshish aur karni thi.
Arya apne room mein chali gayi aur call uthaya. “Hello? Sumit, tu hai na?”
“Haan, main hoon. Sab kaisa chal raha hai? Room ka sab set ho gaya?” Sumit ne poocha.
“Haan, sab ho gaya. Room mein settle ho gayi hoon, aur abhi ek mast dinner bhi kiya. Sajid ji sach mein acha a banate hain,” Arya ne bataya, thodi khushi ke saath. Sumit ke taraf se ek chhoti si pause hui.
“Sajid ji?” usne thodi confusion mein poocha.
“Oh, sorry, woh mera naya housemate hai. Tune page pe uska naam nahi dekha kya?”
“Hmm, shayad maine miss kar diya… Tu sure hai na ke ek ladke ke saath rehna thik hai? Yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega, kisi ko nahi pata,” Sumit ne thodi chinta ke saath kaha.
Arya thodi der ke liye chup hui. Sajid ke bare mein uska thoda sa shak abhi bhi tha, par dinner ke waqt uski warm, desi grandpa wali vibe ne usse thoda relax kar diya tha. “Sajid ji? Sumit, woh bilkul thik hai. Ek budha aadmi hai, shayad late fifties ya early sixties mein. Bilkul mere nana ji jaisa lagta hai. Yaad hai na tujhe mere nana ji? Main yahan thik rahungi, long run mein bhi.”
“Hmm, agar tu bol rahi hai toh thik hai,” Sumit ne kaha. “Bas khushi hai ke tujhe sadak pe nahi rehna pada aaj.”
Arya ne ek badi si smile di. “Toh, Sumit, mujhe miss kar raha hai?” usne ek low, seductive awaaz mein poocha, apne cotton shorts aur tight tank top ko adjust karte hue. Itne mahino se koi physical touch nahi tha, aur ab relax hone ke baad, uska mood thoda spicy ho raha tha.
“Miss? Arre, bilkul! Tujhe toh mahino se nahi dekha!” Sumit ne jawab diya.
“Achha? Aur yeh tujhe kaisa lag raha hai?” Arya ne thodi masti ke saath poocha, apne wavy baalon ko fingers se twirl karte hue.
“Bas, tu toh jaanti hai… akela hoon, bas hath ka sahara hai,” Sumit ne thodi sharmindagi ke saath kaha. Arya ne has di—Sumit ka yeh romantic charm thoda weak tha, par usse yeh cute laga.
“Hath? Sumit, thoda toh subtle hona tha,” usne mazaak mein kaha, khud bhi thodi naughty soch ke saath. “Chhodo, main bhi tujhe miss kar rahi hoon. Yeh pandemic ne sab kharab kar diya. Par jab yeh khatam hoga, I promise, tujhe ek special treat dungi,” usne ek alluring tone mein kaha.
“Woh toh mast hoga,” Sumit ne muskurate hue kaha. “Arre, ek second, kuch urgent aa gaya. Abhi jana hoga. Baad mein call ya text karta hoon, okay?”
“Thik hai,” Arya ne thodi chinta ke saath kaha, thodi disappointed ke call itni jaldi khatam ho raha tha.
“Bye, love you!” Sumit ne jaldi se kaha.
“Bye, mwah,” Arya ne jawab diya aur phone rakh diya.
Phone neeche rakhte hue, usne ek lambi saans li, apne aap ko is unknown future ke liye tayyar karte hue. Haal toh aur kharab ho sakte the, par Arya ne decide kiya ke woh is situation ka best banayegi. Kitchen mein wapas ja ke, usne dekha Sajid dishes saaf kar raha tha. “Sajid ji, main help karti hoon,” usne jaldi se kaha, table se bachi hui thaliyaan uthate hue.
“Arre, koi zaroorat nahi, main kar lunga,” Sajid ne kaha, par uski nazrein Arya ke curves pe thi, jo uske tight tank top aur shorts mein ekdum tempting lag rahe the. “Tu bas apne room mein settle ho ja.”
Arya ne sar hilaya. “Nahi, agar main yahan rehne wali hoon, toh ghar ke kaam mein help toh banta hai,” usne sink mein bartan dho dho ke kaha. Sajid ne bushy bhaaw uthayi, par jab usne Arya ko sink pe jhukte hue dekha, uske hips ka perfect shape dekh ke ek naughty smile di. Help ka idea usse bura nahi laga—ek sundar ladki ka ghar mein yun kaam karna thodi si spicy fantasy jaga raha tha.
“Thik hai, shukriya,” Sajid ne casually kaha, apne shoulders jhatakte hue.
“Welcome, Sajid ji,” Arya ne khushi se jawab diya, par uski nazar Sajid ke teekhi aankhon pe padi, jo usse chupke se scan kar rahi thi. Har baar jab woh mud ke dekhti, Sajid apni nazar hata leta, par jaise hi woh dobara barton dho ne mein busy hoti, uski aankhein wapas uske curvy figure pe lock ho jati. Sajid ne apne pyjama mein thodi adjustment ki—uski excitement ab chhupa na mushkil tha.
Phir Arya ne rent ka topic uthaya. Dono ne payment aur ghar ke rules pe baat ki. Sajid ne sab kuch simple rakha, jisse Arya ka thoda sa baaki darr bhi khatam ho gaya. Arya ne bhi promise kiya ke woh ghar ke kaam mein help karegi, chahe Sajid ne kaha ke yeh zaruri nahi hai. Par Arya ke is zid pe, Sajid ne bade adab se haan kar di—ek jawan ladki ka ghar mein yun kaam karna uske liye ek tantalizing idea tha, aur uske dil mein ek spicy khayal daud raha tha ke yeh lockdown shayad uske liye ek unexpected adventure banega.
Arya dheere-dheere ek filmi tune gun-gunate hue bartan dho rahi thi jab achanak usse laga ke koi uske peeche se chipak raha hai. “Arre, yeh kya—Sajid ji?!” usne shock mein kaha, sink ke kinaare ko zor se pakadte hue, uske pink shorts aur white tank top abhi bhi uske curvy jism se chipke hue the.
“Oh, sorry, bas yeh bartan cabinet mein rakh raha hoon, ek minute lagega,” Sajid ne ekdum smooth awaaz mein kaha. Arya ne sink ke against apne aap ko adjust kiya jab Sajid uske upar jhuk ke cabinet khola. Uske pyjama ka front uske hips se touch ho raha tha. Bartan arrange karte hue, usne apne jism ko thoda aur press kiya, ek subtle wiggle ke saath, jaise jaan bujh ke.
“Arre! Thoda dhyan se, Sajid ji…” Arya ne thodi irritation ke saath kaha, uske dusky face pe ek confused expression tha.
“Bas ho gaya! Sorry, sorry!” Sajid ne kaha, par uska movement thoda slow tha. Arya ne suddenly mehsoos kiya ke uske hips ke beech kuch hard aur lamba tha, aur uski saans ruk gayi. Par usse kuch bolne ka mauka bhi nahi mila ke Sajid peeche hata. “Uff, Sajid ji, agle baar bata dena ke bartan rakhne hain, main hat jaungi,” usne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha, apni almond-shaped aankhon se usse ghoorte hue.
“Arre, maafi, maine tujhe disturb nahi karna chahta tha,” Sajid ne ek calm smile ke saath kaha. Arya ke dimaag mein shak ka ek toofan uth raha tha—yeh aadmi pervert tha ya bas ek innocent mistake thi? Uske cool attitude ne usse confuse kar diya. Par Sajid ne usse sochne ka zyada waqt nahi diya aur baat ko apne fiancé ke topic pe le gaya. Arya ka dhyan turant Sumit ki taraf chala gaya, aur woh uncomfortable moment uske zehan se nikal gaya.
“Sumit kaisa hai? Kahan hai woh abhi?” Sajid ne curious awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne apna chehra thoda sa udaas kiya.
“Woh Amreeka mein hai,” usne dheere se kaha, apni engagement ring ko left hand pe twirl karte hue—ek simple silver ring, uspe dono ke initials engraved the. Fancy nahi tha, par Arya ko yeh dil se pasand tha. “Main yahan teen mahine ke baad uske paas wapas jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne sab kharab kar diya.”
Sajid ne ek chhota sa smirk chhupaya. “Achha? Haan, yeh pandemic toh sabki life mein ek hiccup hai. Par tension mat le, sab jaldi thik ho jayega,” usne dilasa diya, par andar se soch raha tha ke yeh lockdown kabhi khatam na ho—yahan is sundar ladki ke saath rehna uske liye ek sapna tha.
Arya ne ek chhoti si smile di. “Haan, umeed hai aap sahi hain, Sajid ji,” usne kaha, thodi hope ke saath.
“Arre, main toh hamesha sahi hota hoon!” Sajid ne mazaak mein kaha, apni naughty intentions chhupate hue.
Kitchen saaf karte-karte bahar andhera ho gaya, aur Arya ka din itna lamba tha ke woh thak ke choor ho gayi thi. Usne Sajid ko goodnight kaha aur bathroom mein teeth brush karne chali gayi. Wapas apne room mein aake, usne lights band ki aur charpoy pe kood padi.
Let ke, uska jism thakaan se pighal raha tha. Aaj ka din ek rollercoaster tha—airport ke saste ladkon se lekar Sajid ke is touchy behavior tak. Yeh sab uske liye ekdum naya tha. Ab yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega? Kya woh flat se bahar ja sakegi? Time kaise pass karegi? Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Par Sajid ke optimistic words uske zehan mein baith gaye—shayad yeh sab temporary hi hai, aur jaldi hi woh Sumit ke paas wapas jayegi. Is umeed ke saath, Arya ke jism mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—Sajid ki flirty nazrein, uska touch, aur yeh intimate vibe ek sensual spark jaga raha tha. Dheere-dheere, neend ne usse apni baahon mein le liya, aur woh ek sapne mein kho gayi, jahan yeh lockdown ek spicy, unexpected kahani banne wala tha.
Arya dheere-dheere ek filmi tune gun-gunate hue bartan dho rahi thi jab achanak usse laga ke koi uske peeche se chipak raha hai. “Arre, yeh kya—Sajid ji?!” usne shock mein kaha, sink ke kinaare ko zor se pakadte hue, uske pink shorts aur white tank top abhi bhi uske curvy jism se chipke hue the.
“Oh, sorry, bas yeh bartan cabinet mein rakh raha hoon, ek minute lagega,” Sajid ne ekdum smooth awaaz mein kaha. Arya ne sink ke against apne aap ko adjust kiya jab Sajid uske upar jhuk ke cabinet khola. Uske pyjama ka front uske hips se touch ho raha tha. Bartan arrange karte hue, usne apne jism ko thoda aur press kiya, ek subtle wiggle ke saath, jaise jaan bujh ke.
“Arre! Thoda dhyan se, Sajid ji…” Arya ne thodi irritation ke saath kaha, uske dusky face pe ek confused expression tha.
“Bas ho gaya! Sorry, sorry!” Sajid ne kaha, par uska movement thoda slow tha. Arya ne suddenly mehsoos kiya ke uske hips ke beech kuch hard aur lamba tha, aur uski saans ruk gayi. Par usse kuch bolne ka mauka bhi nahi mila ke Sajid peeche hata. “Uff, Sajid ji, agle baar bata dena ke bartan rakhne hain, main hat jaungi,” usne thodi jhallahat ke saath kaha, apni almond-shaped aankhon se usse ghoorte hue.
“Arre, maafi, maine tujhe disturb nahi karna chahta tha,” Sajid ne ek calm smile ke saath kaha. Arya ke dimaag mein shak ka ek toofan uth raha tha—yeh aadmi pervert tha ya bas ek innocent mistake thi? Uske cool attitude ne usse confuse kar diya. Par Sajid ne usse sochne ka zyada waqt nahi diya aur baat ko apne fiancé ke topic pe le gaya. Arya ka dhyan turant Sumit ki taraf chala gaya, aur woh uncomfortable moment uske zehan se nikal gaya.
“Sumit kaisa hai? Kahan hai woh abhi?” Sajid ne curious awaaz mein poocha. Arya ne apna chehra thoda sa udaas kiya.
“Woh Amreeka mein hai,” usne dheere se kaha, apni engagement ring ko left hand pe twirl karte hue—ek simple silver ring, uspe dono ke initials engraved the. Fancy nahi tha, par Arya ko yeh dil se pasand tha. “Main yahan teen mahine ke baad uske paas wapas jaane wali thi, par yeh lockdown ne sab kharab kar diya.”
Sajid ne ek chhota sa smirk chhupaya. “Achha? Haan, yeh pandemic toh sabki life mein ek hiccup hai. Par tension mat le, sab jaldi thik ho jayega,” usne dilasa diya, par andar se soch raha tha ke yeh lockdown kabhi khatam na ho—yahan is sundar ladki ke saath rehna uske liye ek sapna tha.
Arya ne ek chhoti si smile di. “Haan, umeed hai aap sahi hain, Sajid ji,” usne kaha, thodi hope ke saath.
“Arre, main toh hamesha sahi hota hoon!” Sajid ne mazaak mein kaha, apni naughty intentions chhupate hue.
Kitchen saaf karte-karte bahar andhera ho gaya, aur Arya ka din itna lamba tha ke woh thak ke choor ho gayi thi. Usne Sajid ko goodnight kaha aur bathroom mein teeth brush karne chali gayi. Wapas apne room mein aake, usne lights band ki aur charpoy pe kood padi.
Let ke, uska jism thakaan se pighal raha tha. Aaj ka din ek rollercoaster tha—airport ke saste ladkon se lekar Sajid ke is touchy behavior tak. Yeh sab uske liye ekdum naya tha. Ab yeh lockdown kitna lamba chalega? Kya woh flat se bahar ja sakegi? Time kaise pass karegi? Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Par Sajid ke optimistic words uske zehan mein baith gaye—shayad yeh sab temporary hi hai, aur jaldi hi woh Sumit ke paas wapas jayegi. Is umeed ke saath, Arya ke jism mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—Sajid ki flirty nazrein, uska touch, aur yeh intimate vibe ek sensual spark jaga raha tha. Dheere-dheere, neend ne usse apni baahon mein le liya, aur woh ek sapne mein kho gayi, jahan yeh lockdown ek spicy, unexpected kahani banne wala tha.
